My London Surprise!

It always seems that the best things happen at the worst of times... Emily and I had been dating for a few months and just had sex for the first time, which was an awesome night. The night that we had sex happened a couple of days before I left for a trip with my brother to Europe. It was the best and worst times of my life... On one hand I was in Europe! I was backpacking through Italy, Austria, Germany, Amsterdam, Paris and Scotland... But on the other hand, my mind was on Emily, always, and it was painful. Not only that, but when I got home from the trip, I had to pack up and leave for college in London, Ontario. I went to school for Police Foundations at Fanshawe College. I was in a house with my friends and it was a blast, but my favourite memory happened only a week into this adventure.

I woke up on a Saturday afternoon hungover as shit, after a long night of drinking with my roommates. I just wanted to relax and enjoy the day. For whatever reason my roommates were getting ready for a second night in a row, which I wanted no part of, so I retreated into my bedroom. When I went downstairs later on that day to get some food and see what they were up to, they were all pressuring me to drink. I refused, but my friend told me he had a surprise for me and that I would want to start having some fun. So I started to have a few drinks with them, not knowing what they had in store for me. A few hours later, I was on the couch sipping on my drink when my friend told me my surprise was here. At this point I had totally forgotten about this surprise and started to get worried about what he had planned.

Through the doorway, Em walked in. All the noise in the house was drowned out from who knows what, because as soon as I saw her, I stood up and gave her the best hug and kiss I could in front of everyone at the party. The feeling was incredible. To this day, the friends that I stayed with say they have never seen me smile brighter, and I believe them.

Within the one night and morning that Emily stayed, we had sex four times. Twice that night and twice in the morning... Best surprise of my life!

Wishing It Was Summer

Brad and I took his puppy, Buckshot, into town today for a walk. Well, he's really not a puppy. He's two years old and a 135-pound Shiloh Shepard. A lot of people are scared of Buck but he gets a lot of compliments too. Sometimes I pretend he's mine and say thank-you!

I tried running with the beast today but he took me out on my butt, so for the rest of the walk I had a wet bum. It was a good time though!

Both of us can't wait for the summer.

We're planning a lot of trips to the quarry for swimming, more walks, maybe take up rock climbing. Cannot wait for the hot weather!

Valentine's Day Update!

V-day was much better than last year. The fondue turned out so well, surprisingly because we really just winged it. It took Brad and I three stops before we could find fondue fuel to melt the chocolate, and then once we got to his house, his mom pointed out that she already had two cans of it! So, that was annoying. Everything else went off without a hitch though.

Brad and I had one miniature fight over what to make for dinner, which resulted in Pizza Pockets for him, and Lean Cuisine for me, but hey, at least it's a funny story.

I can't really give out the recipe, as I said we were very experimental with the measurements and ingredients. We used Nutriwhip low-fat cream, which was my one demand, and five bars of Jersey milk chocolate instead of dark chocolate, which was Brad's one demand. Compromise. We melted the two together over the flame, then added a splash of Vanilla Extract and Grande Marnier. Then we had picked up a whole fruit platter of watermelon, cantaloupe, honeydew, pineapple, grapes and strawberries. It was all so delicious.

We did the cheesy thing and fed each other strawberries just for fun. No sex though. I was really tired by the end of the night after a long day, which worried me. No sex on Valentine's Day!? It was only our second time around celebrating. I don't want to be an old married couple. So, we made up for it twice the next day :)

He's Just Not That Into You

The movie Brad and I went to see a couple nights ago, He's Just Not That Into You, is based on the best-selling book by Greg Behrendt and Liz Tuccillo, which in turn is based on the hit series Sex and the City. It begs to answer the question:
Are you the exception or are you the rule to dating?

I'm wondering who this applies to because all rules considered, Brad and I were sending off mixed signals right from the start.

Rule #1: If he's not calling you, he's just not that into you.
"Oh sure, they say they're busy. They say that they didn't have even a moment in their insanely busy day to pick up the phone. It was just that crazy. All lies. With the advent of cell phones and speed dialing, it is almost impossible not to call you. Sometimes I call people from my pants pocket when I don't even mean to. If I were into you, you would be the bright spot in my horribly busy day. Which would be a day that I would never be too busy to call you."

Okay, it took Brad over a week to call me because he was afraid I wasn't into him, which was completely untrue. According to the movie, a phone call past seven days makes me the exception to the rule, just like Ginnifer Goodwin (Gigi).

Rule #2: If she's not sleeping with you...
According to Kevin Connolly and Scarlett Johansson, aka Connor and Anna's relationship in the film, if she isn't sleeping with you within the first two months, get out now. She's just not into you.

I waited two months before sleeping with Brad. I wanted it to be perfect because in my past, some things were not-so-perfect. We slept together the night before he left for Europe with his brother. They were gone for six weeks, and the moment he came home, I surprised him at his new place. We slept together three more times within twelve hours, before I had to get back home the next morning. Trust me, I was never dis-interested.

Rule #3: If he's not marrying you...
If he's not marrying you, he never will, but why do men just assume women want to get married and have kids before they're thirty?

I loved Ben Affleck, aka Neil's take on marriage at the beginning of the film. His best friend gets married then cheats on his wife for another women who is sexier and more fun. Whereas, Neil only wants Jennifer Anniston (Beth). They have been dating for seven years, still love each other, and are virtually issue-free, so why get married? According to Neil, marriage is for couples who need to share with the world that they are together because they are so insecure of their relationship or have conformed to what society says is normal.

I'm just happy with what I have in the present, always.

Spoiler alert! Both characters compromised; Neil gave up his ugly pants, Beth gave up on marriage. However, wanting to make her happy in the very end, Neil ends up proposing so that he could have "even a chance at having a shot at being happy." So, Beth was the exception.

So really, every character in the movie ended up being the exception. It is yet another movie to confirm single women's dillusions and fantasies everywhere. There were no absolutes or harsh truths that I could find.

I think the rules are just meant to be thrown out and done our own way.

My Valentine

Hey, thought I would write my first post since it has been mostly Em setting up the blog so far. I got the idea to write this blog from reading about them in a magazine. Right from the start, Em loved the idea, and as far as organization and creativeness go, she kicks my ass, which is why she is in charge of getting us started.

So, Valentines Day is coming up this weekend. I'm not positive what our plans are going to be. We were thinking of making a chocolate fondue and opening a bottle of wine. Some of our friends are going downtown to celebrate for the night, but we have decided to spend the night with each other. Going out to clubs and spending a bunch of money for overpriced drinks is not exactly something I feel like doing on Valentines Day. Besides, I want this year to be fun because last year's wasn't the greatest.

I had the house to myself for the night so I went out, bought flowers and picked up some red wine. I had the hot tub turned up and candles ready to go later in the bedroom. Though for some reason that night we got into an argument over something that neither of us are able to remember anymore, funny how that works :P

So in my frustration of this argument, I told Em where the flowers were that I planned to surprise her with, grabbed the Merlot and went out to the hot tub by myself. About an hour later and minus one bottle of wine, I came inside.

I went upstairs to change and found Em in my room with soft music playing, candles lit and lying in bed with the flowers I bought her. We were quick to apologize to each other for each of our reasons and ended up making it a happy Valentines Day after all :)

Introduction to Him & Her

Brad and I were friends (or acquaintances, whatever you want to call it) for a few years in high school before we got together. We had mutual friends, everybody from around here does. This town is tiny. There's no romantic beginning. We didn't meet each other on separate family vacations and then figure out we go to the same school a la Vanessa Hudgens and Zach Efron, or Olivia Newton John and John Travolta. We didn't fall in love at first sight. We got drunk at a friend's party and saw each other in a different light I guess you could say. We ended up staying up all night back at his house talking about exes and parents and the future and friends. I pretended to call a taxi company somewhere around 3am, but "couldn't get a hold of them". Then I suggested we sleep in the same bed even though there were two extras, not to mention fold-out couches. It's no wonder he tried to sleep with me on the first night. The next morning was probably one of the most awkward days that I can remember. He drove me home and then it took him a week to call me afterwards for a date. Actually it was more like a text. He was really shy. Our first date was to go see Knocked Up, and that is what we consider the starting point. I think alcohol pretty much fueled every major stepping stone in our relationship. Without it, we might never have slept together (finally after two months), I never would have said "I love you", and we never would have gotten together in the first place. How romantic.

We have been together for nearly two years now.

So, now that you have that little bit of history, I'll try to explain what this blog is about. It was actually Brad's idea, even though I'm the one who loves to write. He rarely talks about his feelings too, so I'm surprised he has volunteered himself to co-write a blog. We're going to write about anything that inspires us. It will be material from our real lives, and hopefully you'll get to know us better after a few posts. I haven't seen anything on the web co-written by a couple like this. I did a little research, but literally came up with nothing. So, we are really looking forward to creating this! Enjoy.