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OK, now that my brain is addled with strong drink, true confessions. Miz t. and I cohabited for a while before I even PROPOSED to her. This was way back in 1968, kids.
Dirty, drug addled, 'free love', godless, HIPPIES might have done that, but nice, decent, godly (sorta), 'proper', middle class 20-somethings DIDN'T. Especially not in the deep south.
Except we did. In the beginning I just thought she was a hot chick, and HEY!...who wouldn't? YEAH, BABY! :evilgrin:
I was an orphan by then, and we lived in a city hundreds of miles away from her parents.
The how and why is a bit complicated, but let us just say it was not an entirely platonic relationship. Oh, man.
Once when I was there alone and answered the phone, it was her mom. Whom I had never met and she didn't know about me yet. OH SHIT! Full Panic Mode. "Who IS this?" "trof, who's this?" "This is Suzie's mom. Is this her apartment? Do I have the right number. Who are you?" hamma hamma hammma "Uh...I'm a friend of hers. She's out of town. (true) I just came in to get her mail for her." lame She bought it. I think.
Anyway, back to your question: Yes, it was different then. The illicitness of our very unconventional situation lent a certain 'spice'(?) to the relationship. Wow. I'm LIVING with a girl I'm not married to. Somehow kind of dangerous. And COOL.
Not just the sex, but the other intimate things. Talking through the toothpaste while you both brushed. And conversations about what we wanted for dinner when one of us could actually COOK (she, not me) and we weren't talking about which fast food carry-out it would be that night.
She says that she knew she wanted to marry me from the get-go. It took me a few months. I was 27, and (I thought) a confirmed bachelor. The longer I lived with her, the more I tried to come up with reasons not to ask her to marry me. Eventually, none of the reasons made any sense at all.
We married in April of 1969. In two months we celebrate 38 years of being together.
And for the rest of the question, yes it's different after marriage. At least for us. Much of the urgency and passion is gone. God, this sounds SO dorky. Whatever. It's been replaced by a closeness and friendship and intimacy that's just hard to imagine if you haven't been lucky enough to experience it.
Ya know, I REALLY shouldn't be drinking when I post about stuff like this. ;-)
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