Chris and I met in '91 after 10 years of not seeing each other. I was doing the homeless --> hippie --> biker thing while he was being an Army officer. We'd been around each other as teenagers, but never really talked. the Freak and the Geek, you know. Anyway, we went out and of course for me, talk turned to music. He asked me if I liked Debbie Gibson. We'd just been talking about mutual friends, so I said, uh I don't remember her. Where'd she go to school? He cracked up, as she was apparently hot on some charts. Then I asked him about the Grateful Dead. He rolled his eyes and said that his best friend from childhood was a deadhead, so at least he knows who Jerry Garcia is. We got married about 5 months later, and a month after that we went to my ex's town to pick up my ferret and see a show. That's when he fell asleep at a sweet little JGB acoustic show.
How's it work? He knows if the music is up loud and I'm dancing in the living room with my eyes closed, it is not the time to ask me about the checkbook issue. and if I want to hold him and sway to Stella Blue, he knows to take it like a lover and just shut up. And he learned early on that no, it's not country music, it doesn't all sound the same, and that Brent was a god. He'll call me at home now (we don't live together because of my job) and will hear Brent wailing in the background: "oh were you and Brent having a moment? should I call you back?"
Chris is the best partner in the entire fucking world.










Posted: June 21, 2007 - 8:12am
It's a common tale: you're into the Dead. You're also into your relationship with your significant other, who is very much not into the Dead.
How do you make it work?