I invited a woman I’d met only less than a month ago back to my apartment to hang out and watch DVDs (this was before the days of Netflix and chill). She had been introduced to me at an underground lesbian party by an acquaintance of mine (and friend of hers) who thought we’d be great together.
At that point, I had just come out of a long period of dating multiple women in an uncommitted manner and she had just ended a 2-year relationship. I told her I was tired of dating and just wanted stability from then on and she told me she had always been a very stable person.
We spent the rest of the party smoking together and after having to cross a “dangerous” road to purchase cigarettes on the other side, ended up holding hands till we went home.
When I invited her to my apartment that Valentine’s Day 8 years ago, we’d already gone out a couple of times but I still wasn’t properly sure if she liked me as much as I liked her until… she made very sure I understood that was so.
We promptly became “girlfriends” after that.
2 months later, I ended my lease early and moved in with her.
3 months after that, we bought each other rings, said vows to each other with only our stuffed toys in attendance and swore to be with each other till the end of our days. We began referring to each other as “wife” from then on.
A year later, I quit smoking. 5 years after me, she quit smoking.
It is now 8 years after that first Valentine’s Day we spent together and I… despite being the rare lesfic author who enjoys NOT having HEAs at the end of every book… am going to be spending this Valentine’s day with that very same woman.
What this means is that the same could happen for you too. Also that horror writers are indeed always the sweetest people you’ll ever meet in real life 😉
Happy Valentine’s Day, dear readers. Have a good one.
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