Our Story

Stephen and I first met over 9 years ago, when I was 18 and he was 22. He owned a comic book shop in Catskill, the town where we both now live. A friend and I stopped by while we were waiting to go see a movie across the street. Imagine the testosterone... a room full of slightly grungy teenage gamers and comic book fans, and then two young ladies, all decked out to see The Crow: City of Angels. I don't remember much of what we talked about, only that somehow or other Steve got invited to join us and we all saw the movie together. Within a few weeks Steve and I were dating but it only lasted two weeks before I called it off. Ouch. That was the first time, but it wouldn't be the last. Hey, I was young!

Steve and I remained friends while we dated other people, despite our breakup. We knew that being friends with each other was more important than being silly about the past. To be honest, for a very long time we were each other's best friend. I used to tease Steve a lot, and it took a long time for Steve to come out of his shell and come toe to toe with me. Apparently I was a little intimidating at the time. *grin* Steve on the other hand, was the person I knew I could always come to for friendship and support. His calm head and wisdom was always something I admired and depended on. After several years of friendship I asked him if we could try again. Sadly, again, we only last two weeks before I called it off again. We had a tough time for a while after that, as Steve proceeded to try and beat me over the head with how much I really did love him, but I wasn't having any of it.

Finally, finally.. after moving across the hall in the same apartment from him and a spot of dating, Steve threw me a birthday party that just blew my mind. When the guy I was dating didn't even bother to show, well all of a sudden I took a long hard look at what was right in front of me. One week later we were together yet again, desperately holding our collective breath to see if we could make it past the infamous two-week mark. Three years later here we are.

It goes to show you that nice guys don't always finish last.