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Okay. I’ll bite.
Day one: Write some basic facts about you.
Movies
See, this is difficult. My favorite movies are mercurial. But let’s dig deep, shall we?
Again, I don’t watch TV more than I just leave it on. But again, digging deep.
Really? Y’all want to read about my daily routine?
Okay....
Weekday
6:15: because if I don’t get up before Loki Emerson, I will never get the bathroom.
7:00: I wake up Little Miss C and get her ready for school. She’s not mine, but she and her father live on our third floor.
7:50, Little Miss C and I walk to her school.
8:45 I leave for work.
9:00 Work.
1:00 Lunch
5:30 Drive home.
5:45 Arrive home and cuddle with Loki Emerson
6:45 Dinner
11:00 Sleep
Okay. I’ll bite.
Day one: Write some basic facts about you.
- I am short.
- I am super introverted and shy (and no they aren’t the same thing.)
- I get carded all the time when I go into bars.
- I am an only child.
- I am, at times, a social chameleon.
Movies
See, this is difficult. My favorite movies are mercurial. But let’s dig deep, shall we?
- Amelie
- Inception
- Star Wars
- Scott Pilgrim vs the World
- X-Men: First Class
- The Beatles
- R.E.M.
- The Pixies
- The Indigo Girls
- Queen
- Andrew Bird
Again, I don’t watch TV more than I just leave it on. But again, digging deep.
- Mythbusters
- Doctor Who
- Pushing Daisies
- the Griffin and Sabine books
- The Thirteenth Tale
- The Time Traveler’s Wife
- The Venetian’s Wife
- Dragon Age (1 & 2)
- Elder Scrolls
- Knights of the Old Republic
- Final Fantasy X (fun bonus fact: this is the fandom that started me on fanfiction)
- All of them - No, seriously.
- They Might be Giants (whenever they are in town)
- Andrew Bird (same)
- Indigo Girls
- Duncan Sheik
- Elvis Costello
- various other concerts throughout my illustrious college career
Really? Y’all want to read about my daily routine?
Okay....
Weekday
6:15: because if I don’t get up before Loki Emerson, I will never get the bathroom.
7:00: I wake up Little Miss C and get her ready for school. She’s not mine, but she and her father live on our third floor.
7:50, Little Miss C and I walk to her school.
8:45 I leave for work.
9:00 Work.
1:00 Lunch
5:30 Drive home.
5:45 Arrive home and cuddle with Loki Emerson
6:45 Dinner
11:00 Sleep
Weekend
9:00 wake up
10:00 get up
11:00 eat
1:00 mess around
6:00 eat (usually alone because Loki Emerson has a show. I don’t mind.)
2:00 am sleep
9:00 wake up
10:00 get up
11:00 eat
1:00 mess around
6:00 eat (usually alone because Loki Emerson has a show. I don’t mind.)
2:00 am sleep
Day Six: Six Things From Your Wish List
1. The Tenth Doctor’s Sonic Screwdriver (I’m not kidding. Look it up.)
2. A black french berret (Loki stretched mine out while wearing it for a show. Again, not kidding.)
3. Steampunk glasses (because, why the fuck not?)
4. A new cutting mat (because my current one is not healing properly.)
5. Vicky Christina Barcelona on Blu-Ray
6. A Steelers hoodie
Day Seven: Places You Want to Visit
1. London
2. Barcelona
3. Gibraltar
4. Rome
5. Israel
6. Poland
Day Eight: A Guilty Pleasure of Your’s
Ummm.....
I’m sure I have guilty pleasures...I just can’t think of them.
Day Nine: Something You Would Like to Change About Yourself
I would like to be taller. Seriously, being 60 inches is just no fun at all. Go ahead. I’ll wait while you do the math.
Day Ten: What kind of person attracts you?
An intelligent, funny person. One who does not mind making an ass of himself. Kindness as well.
Day Eleven: Your relationship status (in details)
In detail? Okay. (Most of you know this...what two or three of you left?)
I have been married to Loki Emerson for six years. We’ve been together for nearly eleven.
We met when I was a freshman in college. I was nineteen, he was twenty-eight. I was having difficulty with my roommate and in fact was so depressed about the situation that my friends dragged me out of the dorm to see this improv show. My mood improved, my situation improved and I had found a new group to hang with. I actually dated his best friend, but he decided that I was too boring.
Eh, his loss.
After that it took me almost two years to go out on a date with Loki. And back then, I was shy and introverted as fuck. Well, I’m still shy and introverted as fuck, but I can handle a social situation better now than I did back then. In fact, I don’t think I said two words our entire first date.
It’s a wonder I didn’t bore him too. Anyway, we dated on and off for about two years before the turn of the new century. Then we dated secretly. But our secret was an open secret that everyone, but us, knew about. So, Thanksgiving of 2000, we said fuck it. We’re dating.
Marriage never really crossed my mind with him - not because I wasn’t interested in marriage with Loki, but because it didn’t matter if were married or not. We had been living together for about four years before he asked me. And three months before he actually popped the question, he asked me:
Loki: “What would your parents say if we got married?”
Charlie (me): Who cares what the fuck they think? You’d be marrying me and not my parents. They don’t own me. Nor do they make my decisions for me.
Which, of course, meant to him that I would totally say yes.
As for the engagement ring, I have to back up a step. His biological mother died when Loki was very young of cancer. He has little to no memory of her and for a while actually thought she had died in a car accident. The original engagement and wedding rings were hanging out at his parents house (his dad remarried - the ceremony was cute, he told me. But that’s another story.) Anyway, he proposed to me with his mother’s engagement ring, which made his dad very happy. And nervous. Because Loki’s father is a nervous, neurotic sort of man.
Anyway....he proposed to me at a hibachi and if you don’t know what it is, it’s a Japanese restaurant where it’s more fun the more people are there. :) Anyway, we were the only two at our table. It was November, several days before my birthday and at the end of the meal he gives me my present. It was an intricately craved ring with dragons (my favorite mythological creature - and my sign in the Chinese zodiac). It was in this cute little red pouch (my favorite color). Then he hands me a little wooden box.
“It’s to keep your dragon ring in.”
So, I open it and there’s my engagement ring. Everything else is a blur. He says that I never officially said yes.
I say that tears running down my face while I babble happily is a clear indication of my answer. (Oh, my god. I’m such a fucking sap!!! Just thinking about this makes me a teary eyed. Sheesh.)
Anyway, like any other marriage, we’ve had our ups and our downs. But we work hard on it because we couldn’t imagine being with anyone else. Loki knows me. He even finishes my sentences for me. He can interpret my grunts and half-sounds. He knows when I’m having a bad day. He lets me be when I want to be quiet.
In turn, I comfort him when a panic attack is all that he knows (that’s definitely for another time). I’m there for him when he thinks he’s nothing. I’m his cheerleader when he thinks no one is there cheering for him. I listen to all his insane information - to which he has much of. I know him.
I wouldn’t know what to do without him.
2. A black french berret (Loki stretched mine out while wearing it for a show. Again, not kidding.)
3. Steampunk glasses (because, why the fuck not?)
4. A new cutting mat (because my current one is not healing properly.)
5. Vicky Christina Barcelona on Blu-Ray
6. A Steelers hoodie
Day Seven: Places You Want to Visit
1. London
2. Barcelona
3. Gibraltar
4. Rome
5. Israel
6. Poland
Day Eight: A Guilty Pleasure of Your’s
Ummm.....
I’m sure I have guilty pleasures...I just can’t think of them.
Day Nine: Something You Would Like to Change About Yourself
I would like to be taller. Seriously, being 60 inches is just no fun at all. Go ahead. I’ll wait while you do the math.
Day Ten: What kind of person attracts you?
An intelligent, funny person. One who does not mind making an ass of himself. Kindness as well.
Day Eleven: Your relationship status (in details)
In detail? Okay. (Most of you know this...what two or three of you left?)
I have been married to Loki Emerson for six years. We’ve been together for nearly eleven.
We met when I was a freshman in college. I was nineteen, he was twenty-eight. I was having difficulty with my roommate and in fact was so depressed about the situation that my friends dragged me out of the dorm to see this improv show. My mood improved, my situation improved and I had found a new group to hang with. I actually dated his best friend, but he decided that I was too boring.
Eh, his loss.
After that it took me almost two years to go out on a date with Loki. And back then, I was shy and introverted as fuck. Well, I’m still shy and introverted as fuck, but I can handle a social situation better now than I did back then. In fact, I don’t think I said two words our entire first date.
It’s a wonder I didn’t bore him too. Anyway, we dated on and off for about two years before the turn of the new century. Then we dated secretly. But our secret was an open secret that everyone, but us, knew about. So, Thanksgiving of 2000, we said fuck it. We’re dating.
Marriage never really crossed my mind with him - not because I wasn’t interested in marriage with Loki, but because it didn’t matter if were married or not. We had been living together for about four years before he asked me. And three months before he actually popped the question, he asked me:
Loki: “What would your parents say if we got married?”
Charlie (me): Who cares what the fuck they think? You’d be marrying me and not my parents. They don’t own me. Nor do they make my decisions for me.
Which, of course, meant to him that I would totally say yes.
As for the engagement ring, I have to back up a step. His biological mother died when Loki was very young of cancer. He has little to no memory of her and for a while actually thought she had died in a car accident. The original engagement and wedding rings were hanging out at his parents house (his dad remarried - the ceremony was cute, he told me. But that’s another story.) Anyway, he proposed to me with his mother’s engagement ring, which made his dad very happy. And nervous. Because Loki’s father is a nervous, neurotic sort of man.
Anyway....he proposed to me at a hibachi and if you don’t know what it is, it’s a Japanese restaurant where it’s more fun the more people are there. :) Anyway, we were the only two at our table. It was November, several days before my birthday and at the end of the meal he gives me my present. It was an intricately craved ring with dragons (my favorite mythological creature - and my sign in the Chinese zodiac). It was in this cute little red pouch (my favorite color). Then he hands me a little wooden box.
“It’s to keep your dragon ring in.”
So, I open it and there’s my engagement ring. Everything else is a blur. He says that I never officially said yes.
I say that tears running down my face while I babble happily is a clear indication of my answer. (Oh, my god. I’m such a fucking sap!!! Just thinking about this makes me a teary eyed. Sheesh.)
Anyway, like any other marriage, we’ve had our ups and our downs. But we work hard on it because we couldn’t imagine being with anyone else. Loki knows me. He even finishes my sentences for me. He can interpret my grunts and half-sounds. He knows when I’m having a bad day. He lets me be when I want to be quiet.
In turn, I comfort him when a panic attack is all that he knows (that’s definitely for another time). I’m there for him when he thinks he’s nothing. I’m his cheerleader when he thinks no one is there cheering for him. I listen to all his insane information - to which he has much of. I know him.
I wouldn’t know what to do without him.
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