My mother wouldn't let me play flute. I wanted to, but perhaps she rightly realized that her geeky son had enough trouble without playing a "girl's instrument". So, I played clarinet, which can be a beautiful instrument in the hands of someone other than me.
In college, I got the idea to play flute again. I think I was listening to a lot of Paul Horn at the time, and thought it would be a spiritually calming thing to do. I thought like that back then.
When I mentioned this to a friend of mine he said, "Hey, my girlfriend teaches flute".
After 24 years of being together, I think we can be forgiven for that, right?
You stole his girlfriend? --Kent
ReplyDeleteHee. You don't remember that? Actually, I remember telling you that I'd fallen completely in love with this talented and beautiful musician. "That's great, Dave," you said. "But she's going out with a good friend of mine." You seemed to mull on that for a bit then said, "Dave...you fuck-up"
ReplyDeleteTruthfully, though, it was a good thing. Because Janet was going out with someone else, we were friends for about a year before we ever got romantic. We just did music, hung out and geeked out on PLATO games, had meals together, talked until three in the morning about everything, and occasionally tickled each other in what we managed to convince ourselves was a purely platonic way.
But eventually, even we figured out that we really loved each other. We kissed each other for the first time on December 12th, 1987. We got engaged seven days later, after which I gave her a lift over to her boyfriend's place so she could break up with him. Then we started going out.
I know, I know, the rules of romantic engagement (so to speak) frown on that sort of thing. We spent a week thinking that they mattered. But if you've discovered True Love, it's kind of stupid to let dating protocol get in the way.
Good call on that one Dave. No couple was ever EVER more perfect than you and Janet. The fact that you even paused was more than enough respect given to "dating protocol".
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