two years ago today, tim asked me out in a date, but I didn't know it was a date. he said we could discuss some edits to a story I wrote over lunch. after lunch, he asked if I wanted to go to a movie. so we went. I still didn't realize it was a date because he gave no signals. he didn't say I looked nice, nothing.
after the movie, he got real quite on the drive home. then when we got to the point where we'd so are own ways, he said,
"Can I kiss you?"
"I think you know my situation," I said.
I meant: you probably shouldn't.
He thought I meant: absolutely!
I've never been so happy to be misinterpreted. Here's to two happy years, and another happy million more.