…I was riding the bus into work when I got a call on my cell from an actor who had played Custer in the reading I coordinated two days before. He and I had hit it off at the bar we all went to after the reading, so I agreed to go to see a movie with him. Five years ago this evening, we saw that horrendous movie (Mel Gibson’s “Signs”), then went back to his place and made out.

Last night when we were awake in the wee small hours of the morning, he told me that the first date make out session (which was totally uncharacteristic of me) went a long way towards getting him to ask me out for a second date. I hit him when he said that. He laughed.

That actor of course was Rick. Because our anniversary always falls smack in the middle of the Youngest’s time at circus camp in Massachusetts, I rarely see him on our anniversary. He called me out of the blue late yesterday afternoon to tell me he was on his way to see me, and he would probably have to leave in the middle of the night so he could get back to Massachusetts in time to take the Youngest to camp, but at least we could have some time together. I was happily surprised, to say the least.

Happy Anniversary to the best man I know, the one who can always make me laugh, the one who infuriates me at times but always knows how to get back on my good side, the one who is equally good at the physical, emotional, and intellectual sides of our relationship, the one whose knowledge, combined with mine, encompasses everything in the world. Five years together, Weet Boy. How the hell did that happen? However we managed it, I’m glad we did. I love you more than Mr. Darcy, Doctor Who, and Harry Potter books combined, and we all know that’s saying something.

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