I’d like to speak to the manager!!!

Serious question, how do writers remember what they’ve written?

Two of the stories I’ve shared this month, I’ve discovered I’d already shared with you.

Whoops.

Onto gay pride.

Adam and I have been together for 16.5 years. Damn. Who’d have thunk it.

He has been the one constant in my life for that time.

Jobs have come and gone.

Dreams have been realized. Dreams have been crushed.

Deaths of loved ones. Parents. Pets.

We moved 6 hours north, bought a house, chased the American dream.

He truly has been the one constant.

I often think back to when we met.

January, 2009.

However…

Fun story.

We actually met in the summer of 2001.

That summer Adam was selling merchandise for Broadway shows.

If you saw Mamma Mia during that time, you might have bought a show poster from Adam.

And this is how I know, we met.

In the summer of 2001, I saw Bat Boy the musical at least twice. If not three times. I was in love with it. And my last time there, I bought the cast recording. I WAS SO EXCITED. And I remember there was a gay boy behind the counter, who was super sweet, and very nice, who sold me the CD.

According to Adam, he was the only male who worked merch on that show.

It had to be him.

I wish I still have the CD, but with modern technology who needs a CD.

But it’s my very serendipitous moment, of knowing we crossed paths in NYC, long before our paths converged.