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Sharon (surrounded by a cloud of patchouli) and
Chad have been friends for three years, been flirting for three months, and
had their first kiss in her kitchen earlier tonight. Sharon invited him over,
with a plan in mind.
"I was going to have him sit in the chair, and then
make my move. Then I decided that wouldn't work so well... He was late
getting there, I was like, 'Come on, I'm gonna lose my nerve!'"
Chad's take was a little different. When she called, he was
looking for his belt (that's why he was late), and his father told him,
"Just go, I don't think you'll need the belt."
"It was just like when you're young," says Chad,
"she was 'Look at my chameleon, look at my lizard.' Like when you're a
kid and a girl invites you over and shows you stuff in her room."
"And then I made my move."
"And then she just kissed me."
Except they were both telling me this at the same time, so it
was more like "and then --and then I--she --made
my--kissed me--move."
To celebrate their newfound affection, they are drinking their way around the
block, stopping in every bar, - Franklin Avenue, Water Street, South Main,
College Avenue.
Dave and Mary Ann have been together for a year
("14 months really") and they are an adorable couple for two
reasons. One, can't keep their eyes or lips off each other. Two, he is large
and tall; she is not petite, but next to him appears tiny.
First, I ask Dave how they met.
"We went to grade school together till 8th grade, then I
went to private school, and then we didn't see each other for 10 years. And
then we ran into each other at the post office."
Mary Ann's version is identical, right down to "...and then
we ran into each other at the post office." They also agree on the
following facts: She asked him out first. He kissed her first. He's the man
she's going to marry.
They
stopped seeing each other for a month or so, but got back together
"because I was horny?!" she offers, then changes her tune to
"No, because I love him."
"We don't live together," explains Mary Ann,
"because I don't believe in... oh, what's it called... (ME: cohabitation?) ..yes,
cohabitation. After we get married, we'll live together."
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