...has word gotten around?

 

At the strip club, she was shakin that fat juicy booty and i was like damn.
now i get to see her every week

 

She came out with her S2000 to see what autocrossing was about. (I was, and still am, involved in putting on these events for the local S2000 owners.) We started talking and immediately became good friends, although it wasn't until about a year later that we actually started dating.

 

Work, though she doesn't work here any more. We hung out quite a bit the first three months as friends and then started dating. We got married last May after knowing each other for about three years.

 

We met as juniors in HS. Our first date was a disaster. I couldn't get to first base so I dropped her off at home at 10 and went out for some action the rest of the evening. We broke up and got back together in HS a few times. We dated on and off through college (different schools so we saw each other only on vacations) and through a stint in the Army. We married in 1970 and will have our 38th anniversary this year.

 

She was 15, I was 16. My friend and I were with his woman and they decided to go to this girl's house, I knew her boyfriend but didn't like him (I also thought he was gay). One thing lead to another, I was the first to take off her shirt the first day we met, she wanted to assure me she wasn't a slut, I told her, "relax, this is what usually happens with me." She demanded I take her home, 3 years later we just broke up.... but I'm not sure, we might get back together, not holding my breath.

 

I can't do short stories...

We met at Mom's house in 2001... Family friend's cousin actually. She had just arrived from India and that night I shared with everyone my grand plan for getting married... See, around that time, I was getting a lot of flack from people for not having something in the works already. I was only 21, but that never stopped an Indian before...

Being a US citizen and realizing the desire of my brown skinned people to live in the US and score a Green Card, I proposed an idea to a handful of my citizen buddies. I said the 4-6 of us should go back to India with the intention of finding a bride. Advertise this and our "bio-data" before the trip and land with our game faces on...

Having advertised our trip/intentions, I suggested that anyone wanting to meet with us first complete and submit a simple request first. I wanted a folder with all the same bio-data that I supplied about myself and I also wanted photos taken in different lighting, outfits, locations, etc. at multiple angles. I wanted casual and more formal photos as well. The reasoning behind all this is simple. I demanded a good looking woman and didn't want to be fooled into meeting someone based on their recent trip to Glamor Shots.

I figured that we'd have a good number of people trying to marry off their daughters and since none of us were concerned about religious or caste based requirements, we figured we would have a pretty healthy response. Assuming the replies would hit the hundreds, for the sake of argument, I suggested that we'd be able to pick out roughly 50 girls who met all our requirements for good looking, fun, smart, etc. From this pool of 50, my buddies and I could each flip through and rank them based on our personal tastes.

Now it would be time to meet our girls. Assuming I only wanted to meet 4-5 of them to start assessing chemistry, intelligence and something a buddy of mine calls A.Q. (Awareness Quotient). In going through this process, my friends and I could come back to our starting point with each of out respective picks. People immediately thought my plan was flawed because we might all come back with the same girl on our lists, but that wouldn't happen. Since all the 50 that we started with already met a collective set of our tastes, not all of them met our individual tastes. For example, I'm into outspoken and talky girls. They're generally more fun and I like a woman to be assertive. My friends might disagree and find a balance of their own among these girls. Also, one of my friends insists that 33% body fat is acceptable. I think a girl like that needs to be wearing a shirt that says, "I Can't Believe I'm Not Butter." So, while a girl may make two of our Top 5 lists, she may be my #3 to my buddy's #1. In such a case, being that she ranks higher on his list, he takes her instead of me. Bro's before ho's, after all.

I spit this idea to everyone at home that night and got a lot of flak from the peanut gallery. To be polite, Priya just kept her mouth shut... The only support I got was from my buddies who wanted in on this brilliant twist on arranged marriages because this way they'd satisfy their parent's requirements for "nice Indian girl" while meeting their own needs for libidinous satisfaction. Bumps all around from my boys...

Eventually Priya started to reveal her feelings about my plan and since I wasn't about to be out-trash talked in my own house. I told her this was a great idea and if she wanted to fight over it, we could step outside any time.

Anyhow... Years went by and I'd see Priya every now and again at various brown parties and family/friend get-togethers and we just talked shit to one another as usual. Sometime in 2005 we started actually hanging out with one another and I'd share with her my dating debacle stories and tell her about crap like Porsche Yellows, Reds and Brembo brakes, Vishnu packages for an Evo, S2000's, Acuras, etc.

One night a group of us went out and 1 too many drinks later... We got married this past December 2007

 

I looked over, and noticed that my left hand was a spittin' mirror image of my right hand.

 

Off-topic, that reminds of me a party that was thrown for me before I left Ontario and moved across the country. About 10 or 12 of us were sitting around the table having dinner and my buddy leaned over and asked if I realized that I'd slept all of the girls at the table...funny timing of him asking because I had just finished looking around and noticing it myself. The thing was I wondered if they knew.


On topic:

Met the current girl through a friend. They were semi-dating, not really going anywhere and things kind of took off between us. Cool chick, but now it's a damn secret until that friend of mine gets a girlfriend so he won't be all upset when he finds out!

 

Cool, congrats Marc!