I don't have *long* answers for either, so I'll do both.
1) "I once knew a guy that was soooo sweet that I decided to marry him;but I didn't marry him because he was sweet. What really made me say yes was..."
Why I married
soucyn? Picking ONE reason on that one is difficult. You see, we met when we were 16, and had just moved into the boarding school we graduated from. And when we met, it was more an instantaneous THING - I remember having to take a placement exam of some sort (chemistry, I think) an hour or so after we met, and we happened to be in the same room, and I could NOT take my eyes off him. (I must have, as I did well on the test, but I was certainly distracted.) I knew we would actually start dating (and what a, well, "sweet" guy he was) that evening, when we were standing talking on a campus sidewalk - I made some offhand comment about his height and my neck being sore from looking up (he's a foot taller than I am) so he stood on the pavement and left me on the sidewalk to fix it. It's a silly little story, I suppose, but at the time it was this hugely significant thing.
Anyway, we started dating 2 days later, and knew we'd end up married like 3 weeks after that. (He asked in this really cute hypothetical sort of way, I said yes without really thinking about it, then we both had this "Holy shit, I meant that!" sort of moment.) All these anecdotes, not so much with the coherence, I suppose, but there it is. (hey, what do you expect, I've been staring at spreadsheets and copier specifications all day).
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2) "If there is ONE thing in the WORLD I hate more than being late it's this one tiny pet peeve which really drives me crazy..."
OK, this one I had to not answer for a while because I was too busy laughing. I am... not the world's most punctual person. To the point that when I changed my SCA name (from Generys to Guenièvre), the fact that "Guenièvre" somewhat rhymes with "Whenever" was a little of a running joke. So I almost ignored the question... but then I realized that I *do* have something that I hate MUCH more than being late, and in fact that's probably one of the reasons I *am* late so much.
See, most people say, "If you don't want to be late, aim to get places early." Which is fine, and well, and good... 'cept I *hate* waiting on things. Not so much waiting on people, because I'm late so much I certainly understand, but more waiting on... events. If I get to something that is supposed to start at 5 and I'm there at 4:45 or something (usually due to my husband's insistance on promptness) I get twitchy because I could have been doing something more interesting for 15 minutes, then left and got to wherever I need to be *exactly* when I needd to be there. Obviously some subconscious part of me thinks I live in a perfect world where there are NEVER delays...::rolls eyes at self::
1) "I once knew a guy that was soooo sweet that I decided to marry him;but I didn't marry him because he was sweet. What really made me say yes was..."
Why I married
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Anyway, we started dating 2 days later, and knew we'd end up married like 3 weeks after that. (He asked in this really cute hypothetical sort of way, I said yes without really thinking about it, then we both had this "Holy shit, I meant that!" sort of moment.) All these anecdotes, not so much with the coherence, I suppose, but there it is. (hey, what do you expect, I've been staring at spreadsheets and copier specifications all day).
or
2) "If there is ONE thing in the WORLD I hate more than being late it's this one tiny pet peeve which really drives me crazy..."
OK, this one I had to not answer for a while because I was too busy laughing. I am... not the world's most punctual person. To the point that when I changed my SCA name (from Generys to Guenièvre), the fact that "Guenièvre" somewhat rhymes with "Whenever" was a little of a running joke. So I almost ignored the question... but then I realized that I *do* have something that I hate MUCH more than being late, and in fact that's probably one of the reasons I *am* late so much.
See, most people say, "If you don't want to be late, aim to get places early." Which is fine, and well, and good... 'cept I *hate* waiting on things. Not so much waiting on people, because I'm late so much I certainly understand, but more waiting on... events. If I get to something that is supposed to start at 5 and I'm there at 4:45 or something (usually due to my husband's insistance on promptness) I get twitchy because I could have been doing something more interesting for 15 minutes, then left and got to wherever I need to be *exactly* when I needd to be there. Obviously some subconscious part of me thinks I live in a perfect world where there are NEVER delays...::rolls eyes at self::