Today the love of my life [sorry Gus] turns 29. Although I am pretty sure that Adam and Gus were both born in August, and I know that Adam would never have a problem sharing his birthday with his furry little buddy but Gus is only fourteen this year, poor thing I’ve been saying she’s fifteen.

I can’t really think of anyone who reads here that doesn’t think that Adam is pretty awesome; I know how lucky I am, I’m thankful for every moment we have together and find it seriously hard to believe Adam was only twenty-four when we met. Wow.

My plan here is to tell you a pretty awesome story about Adam, it does also include me but it is a story that will make anyone who thinks Adam is awesome think that he is even awesome-er-er.

Ok, so for our second date I asked Adam to pick me up at my shrink’s office at 5:50 pm. I have always been a throw it all on the table kinda gal and didn’t see this as a strange thing to do because I don’t see any point in hiding my depression.

At 5:50 pm on October 2^nd 2003 I walked out of my shrink’s office to find that there was no Adam.

I waited.

And waited.

About ten buses had gone by at this point and I accepted that he was not coming. It was almost quarter to seven; I crossed the street to catch a bus home and called my girlfriend. I let forth a typical sob story. How could I have been so brazen as to think he would seriously pick me up at my SHRINK’S office? How could I have thought that after one date that ANY man wouldn’t be freaked out? On and on about how stupid I was. Good thing that therapy session had worn off on me and I was learning not to devalue myself and all.

But I had this funny feeling in my gut and as odd as it may sound the tears and the disappointment felt forced. I had never in my life had a feeling like this, normally I think the worst and the worst happens. I was insisting on the worst outcome in my head but my guts were sending out a resounding “this isn’t what you think, just hold on a minute here” feeling.

I arrived home to the beep that land lines in the early 21^st century still had to let you know that there was a message.

The message was from Adam, he didn’t have my cellular number on him and he was at the pay phone outside of my therapists office and he didn’t have a cell so he was basically waiting there for me and trying to catch me when I got home. I remember his message was ridiculously awesome, so sweet. He had as I’d hoped; gotten the time wrong, he did not think that I was insane. [yet] I wonder how many quarters he went through that night, I have never asked him but he got me on my home phone and explained and apologized and said he thought he’d fucked everything up and I said oh no no dude I thought I fucked it all up like WHO the fuck has someone pick them up at their shrink’s office on the second date?

Apparently I do.

This incident in our very new relationship is my second favourite story next to the one about how we met. When this happened and he wasn’t standing me up, that I had missed him by like five minutes, it showed me that not only was this someone who was willing to see past my shit but he wanted me to know that he was someone who could see past it and I felt bad because he felt so bad and I couldn’t let it slide that I KNEW, I KNEW it man, I did, I just wish I had have been able to give him the benefit of the doubt instead of giving a girlfriend an “I told you so” moment.

It also works in Adam’s favor on a regular basis now because just like I can say that he knew what he was getting into picking a girl up at her shrinks office, I knew what I was getting into with someone an hour late for a date. Somebody isn’t super good with time. But most women bitch and nag about that shit, I literally can’t, I knew, second date, the boy just ain’t good with time but at least he knows my cellular number now.

He knows a lot of stuff about me and he is still incredible to me, every single day. I know it goes without saying that I hit that jack pot but I’m saying it anyway.

I hope you have a wonderful 29^th birthday baby.

Love, your Old Lady.

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