A Brief History
12/6/2004

We met on the dance floor...me with a purse around my neck...you with two hands glued firmly to my gluteus maximus. Those who know us know that this is only an appropriate beginning.

That was actually a tad bit later, we really met a couple hours before that at the 3043 Ashland Xmas party. DJ decided to invite the whole Everett clan and you came with, decked out in the classic white sweater and trademark scarf. You claim you remember my goofy laugh right as you came in. My buddy Sharif was there and I remember the first time I talked to you I told the story of Sharif and his extremely detailed and to scale water bong illustration that was confiscated in math class in high school. We chatted for awhile and then when the crew was getting antsy we headed out to JBC for more drinking and dancing.

We danced. Goofily. At bar time we parted. I walked all the way back home, called my friend Mark on the way, and told him I met a keeper. I'd really met the love of my life. Then I went to Jewel and bought Pixie Stix and Wah-Fulls. I really liked you. I knew we'd be together. I didn't know at the time how much I could grow to love you. And I didn't know we'd be together going on 3 years now. It's been almost exactly three years to the day I saw you...I still remember vividly the first time I met you...and still when I come home and you smile at me I get that fluttery feeling.

So we live in young Chicago. We concert hop. We restaurant hop. We go to movies. We visit family. We surf. We write songs. You sing - I cry - I'm so proud and impressed. We have sushi fridays and split meals like a couple of old-timers. We go to musicals (and act like a couple of old-timers...still one of my favorite visuals). We make websites. We make really bad chocolate chip cookies. You make my lunch and my life.

I scare you...for fun. You love me. We chat online. You're always so happy when you hop on. first a "yt?" then a couple exclamation points. It's always the highlight of my day. We move in together. We get Rilo. He's perfect. I know the reason is because we both put the same kind of love and devotion into him as we do each other. It makes me want to have children with you.

Beaner. Granora. Maroon6. Norhoooo! Sweet Thang. Spruzzo. Nora. ... Nora.

How could I forget...you put up with my stupid pranks and laugh at my corny jokes and puns. Speaking of which...

Q: What's the best gift a nerd can come up with?

For answer...Scroll Down...

no...keep going......

Not even a nerd would give somebody a website as a present...

Nora...turn around.