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Most Helpful Guy
She was originally like a friend of a friend of a friend. I was socializing aggressively and networking out and trying to meet everyone's friends and their friends and merging them all into one giant friend group.
I ended up meeting her and originally she wasn't one of my closer friends. We did talk from time to time though when she hung out with the rest of us.
One day there was a Hanami party. It's considered a flower viewing party but mostly an excuse for friends to drink and socialize.
After that our big group went to a restaurant and then a night club. Everyone started leaving around midnight.
That left only me and her there and so we got close, danced, and we ended up going on a date afterwards. After the dating process, we started living together. After living together, we got married.4THIS IS NOT RELEVANT ANYMORE
Most Helpful Girl
I met my husband at an airport gate when our flight was cancelled. He was tired, hungry, stressed... and pissed off. At our first eye contact, his eyes were on fire.
That's what got me. THAT.
He had the thing I'd been wetting beds fantasizing about since the fourth grade... maybe even earlier.
His body was tired, his posture a bit slumped, but his eyes were alive. With this... this *fury*.
I saw a man who was angry at the world... but who used his anger as a source of insipration. Drive. Energy. **Life**.
I knew it right when I saw it.
His eyes made me flash back to when I was 9 or 10 years old, when I first discovered how my body felt about strong, angry men... with **controlled** fury.
I remember watching my brother's football coach screaming vitriol right into his helmet, inches from his face. I was only 9 years old. Boys were still ewww gross. I had no idea what a "crush" or "being turned on" was. But... I'd reflexively closed my eyes and imagined myself in my brother's place, and ohhh was THAT a rush. I had no idea what had just happened to me, but, when I opened my eyes back up, my legs were shaking and I'd wet myself all the way through 2 layers.
It became an obsession. I couldn't close my eyes without violent, wild, wonderful thoughts of being **taken**. Being overwhelmed -- physically and, especially, emotionally -- into sweet, sweet submission.
Not even "against my will"... but, having "my will" ITSELF molded by the pure energy of this fantasy man.
Again... that was long before I became boy-crazy, and a couple years before I even felt any noticeable attraction to boys themselves. This was something deeper, darker, greater.
And THIS man had it.
He had ME.
I saw it, right there, in his eyes. He was the man I'd fantasized about since I was ten years old.
Our eyes met.
He pretty much read my mind. Which he still does now, almost 18 years later.
"Let's get a room?"
This was the first, and last, time I've ever heard him ask a question like a question, with rising intonation at the end.
I don't remember what I said back. Probably incoherent babble. Maybe nothing at all, other than a slight nod of the head and a slack jaw.
A cab ride later, he was inside me.
Before long, he was inside my heart and my soul.
We had about 14 hours together. Fourteen hours of things straight out of erotic romance literature... things that aren't supposed to happen in real life. And then we were separated by 2,000 miles of deep blue.3THIS IS NOT RELEVANT ANYMORE