The Blahg

I met Chris in 2005 after several hard months dealing with the deaths of my grandmothers. I tell everyone we met at a party, which is true. Sort of.

I went to TorontoTrek 19 to meet some actors from "Buffy" (Danny Strong and Kali Rocha - Jonathan and Halfrek) and an old friend and just to mingle. I bought some cool stuff, entered a trivia contest (and won the "Buffy" portion. Yes, I'm that much of a nerd). I was waiting for some panels to begin after dinner and wandered upstairs to look for sustenance (by which I mean caffeine, because I'm a Pepsi fiend).

He was vegging out in a Jedi costume and I sat down next to him. We watched "The Incredibles" for a while and then started talking about his nifty lightsabres, then what brought us there, then just stuff in general. We went to a discussion about religion and sexuality for a while and then hung out in the empty lobby and just chatted for hours. Then around three we figured we should split for bed. He asked to see me again in the morning, then he asked to kiss me. Yeah, he could have just gone and done it and I probably would have slapped him for it being that I was nineteen and a Good Girl and he was some random, geeky stranger in a brown robe who just happened to be nine years older than me.

But he asked and I said yes, and now we've been together nearly two years. He quit his job in Orillia and we got our first apartment together in Waterloo shortly before Christmas. On my birthday in May we adopted our first pet, our ginger hellion Sunday. Right after we celebrated our first anniversary we left Ontario, where we had both been born, grown up, and lived all our lives, for Alberta.

We compliment each other perfectly. Both of us love video games and quiz shows and just being geeks. We talk at length about the differences between books or comics and their movies. We don't notice the age difference at all; I've honestly never gotten along with people my age and he's a big kid - our idea of fun is sitting in our pajamas all day and watching movies or going to the zoo. But he's mature enough and has had enough personal experience with the types of disorders I suffer from that he can ground me when something sets me off. Around other people I feel inferior and I get so drained from being social, but with him I'm an equal and I feel safe. I can do what I want at my own pace and I don't have to try to explain that I'm too tired or my brain is too fogged up to do anything or I just plain need to be alone.

So when is The Big Day? Who knows. We're not in any sort of rush. We like to take our time, plus we just moved cross - country so we barely have any savings to throw a big party. Who knows, we may just elope and use all the money to get a mortgage - we're not that big on socialising anyway. We have been living together almost since we started going out so it's like we're married already. As for kids, we're childfree - we don't necessarily have anything against them, but both of us have agreed that they're not for us. Our families have lists of diseases miles long - diabetes, cancer, and a whole host of mental disorders. Plus in my current mental state, I can barely take care of myself and neither of us can particularly relate or even cope with young people. We are content with sharing our love with each other and our cat, and however many other furry friends may cross our path.