h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

So, yet another post I *thought* was going to be about something in particular, but technical difficulties at another site entirely (half user error, half 2legs' fault) mean I won't get what I wanted to link to finished before I either fall asleep, throw the laptop in frustration, or just plain miss the deadline for today (yes, I know I have a little over 2 and a half hours until it's tomorrow--things are movin' kinda slow). Should be able to bore everyone with it tomorrow or the next day, though

So, instead, I'll bore you with the story of how Tom and I met, since I already linked to how we met PaperKid and Notepad...

Anyway (yay, didn't start this one with "So" ) it was April of 1995 (counting back, we just realized that Tom has known me for just over half of his life). I'd been going to College of the Redwoods, Del Norte (CRDN), a community college here in Crescent City. I'd been part of the Earth Day activity committee--mostly because they were meeting in one of my classrooms before my class, so I figured I might as well walk the few blocks about 15 minutes early on those days and join in. The cultural activity chosen was a poetry reading in CRDN's library (there were clean-up activities and such as well, but they don't enter into this). Now, I'm not much into poetry, but I thought I should go, since I'd been in on the planning. So I helped set up the seating, and snagged a seat on one of the couches, which were much more comfortable than the folding chairs. The couches were along the wall, so that anyone sitting on them had to turn sideways to see the speakers. I was sitting on the front end. This young skinny guy came and sat at the other end of the couch. Out of the corner of my eye, I thought I saw him looking my way, so I started kind of rocking back and forth and looking out of the corner of my eye to see what the young guy would do. He was rocking back and forth, too, but I couldn't tell if he was looking at me, or trying to see around me. To make a long story short (What do you mean, it's too late?), he was trying to see around me

If he wasn't looking at me, how did we get together? Well, a few weeks later, there was a school picnic (small college) and talent show. I'd written one of my once-infamous notes, and snuck it into his pocket. He ended up winning the talent contest, playing "Let It Be" on guitar. The prize was a couple of movie tickets. I don't remember what movie we ended up seeing, but we ended up walking home the long way from the movie theater.

We'd been seeing each other for a couple of weeks when I found out that I was 4 years older (how age never came up when we were walking and talking that first night, I have no idea...) Now, keep in mind that, in the US, unlike the UK, age of consent isn't until 18. I was 21. I was paranoid until Tom's birthday, 6 months later Shortly after that birthday, I got a shiny ring. About a year and a half after that, on July 12, 1997, I changed my name from Hopper to Pawloski. 4 years minus 1 day later, I was bored at w*rk and did a search on Hitchhiker's Guide. I got down to the 3 link, and got stuck. 2 years after that, PaperBaby was born.

Nice story Amy, I enjoyed it. Don't do much reading during NaJoMoPo, but I might have to look over your journal again.

Nice one, Amy.

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