I'm going to take a moment from pimping myself to announce that today begins Will's 35th year on this planet.You should wish him a happy birthday.
Me? I'd like to take a moment to thank him for his persistence.
You see, there was a time when Will and I weren't dating. We were just having drinks, all platonic-like.
But then he wrote this. He charmed the pants right off me.
Literally.
It was sometime around 10pm, and we were chatting online.
Come over, he typed.
He'd ask every night over IM; every night I said no.
Except that night.
Fine, gimme your address.
Ten minutes later I was in the car. Twenty minutes later, I rang his doorbell.
No answer.
It was 11pm.
Annoyed, I rang his doorbell again. Then I banged on the door for good measure.
No answer.
I fished my cell phone out of my purse and called him. The first words I ever uttered to him on the phone were:
Where the hell are you?
I'll come outside, he responded.
I waited. And waited.
Well?
I'm standing right outside my house, he insisted. Then he paused. Nina, what street are you on?
I'm on _________ !
He laughed. I live on ...
I'll be there in two minutes.
And I was, thankful that the nice rabbi whose door I banged on at 11pm on a Wednesday didn't call the cops on the slutty girl on his doorstep.
Two weeks after that night, we started dating.
Five weeks after that, we were engaged.
And five months after that, we got married.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, WILL!
