Eric and I first met in the Fall of 2004. He lived with my good friend, Josh, but I'd only seen him a couple times. Truthfully, he was dating some stupid girl (stupid because she let him go, I don't actually know anything about her intelligence), and he wasn't around much. That fall, they split up and Eric came back on the market. One night I was in his and Josh's apartment, and Eric and I got to talking. I knew immediately I liked him. I did not, however, like him enough to miss the Survivor finale. When Eric asked me out for the first time I said, "No," without offering any reason. I was too embarrassed to tell him it was because I didn't want to miss Survivor. I really wanted to go out with him, but he had no idea because I shot him down hard (at least that's how it seemed to him). It was almost 6 months before he got up the courage to ask me out again, and we did eventually go on our first date.
The moral of this story? I am SO glad I got a second chance, and that Eric and I will be watching the Survivor finale TOGETHER tonight. Second moral: get DVR, your eternal marriage may depend on it ;) Third moral: Go Russell! Ok, "Go Russell" is not a moral, but I'd like to see him win.
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