it's ANNIVERSARY DAY for prole. 14 years with MISSUS PROLE. why she hasn't slipped arsenic into my beverage remains unknown.
here's how we met: she was hanging out in my dorm room with her sister and a bunch of my pals. i thought she was mega-cute, but i was bein' my usual pompous, absorbed self because that's what i do. i said "fools, i am going to go to best buy. who's in?" she and the dorm goober said "yes." here's what i did NOT do: act cutesey, or clever, or smarty, or anything other than myself as i act around my friends -- because at that point in my schizophrenic dating existence, i did not care to feign any other persona than my comfortable mildly misanthropic, slightly combative one. also i wanted a new hard drive. i talked to her as i would any new-ish person to my circle: friendly, a little standoffish and dismissive, and fakely apologetic for my naughty, naughty language. the goober was crushing on her and sucking up, and it was creepy, so i riffed on him a fair bit, wanting him to stop NOT because i cared if he somehow succeeded, but because it was PAINFUL -- and it looked like it was painful to her, too. we came back, i ignored her and talked shop. a week later, her sister asked me what i thought of her, and i said "hot" and she said "she's interested in you" and i approached her and dating and then a year later MARRIAGE and HAW HAW FOURTEEN YEARS, BOY DID SHE GET CHUMPED.
i'm just kiddin'. it's been a great fourteen years <3 <3 <3 mrs. prole <3 <3 <3