Sep 15, 2009
I have to say that although we're good friends now, Glamour Brother and I didn't get off to a very good start. I wanted a little sister and he turned out to be a boy. So, what was a girl to do but inflict years of torture on GB, dressing him up in my clothes, curling his hair, forcing him to play with Barbies, etc.
Needless to say, we had our differences. He got way into the grunge phase, I was preppy; he was messy, I was a clean freak; I loved school, he hated it; he had to endure endless voice and dance recitals, plays, musicals, fashion shows, etc. and I had to...well...I had to put up with...um....whatever it was he did.
Let's just say that we never really got along when we lived in the same house. Lots of screaming, fighting, punching, pinching, hair pulling, scratching, cracking skulls and of course, all the stuff he did to me. But then something very strange happened when I moved away to college. It was my first week there and I was living in the dorm when my phone rang and my roommate ran to answer it (you know, back in the day before cell phones).
Roomie: "GG, it's for you. It's a BOY!"
Me (jumping up and down and then answering nonchalantly as possible): "Hello?"
Me (to Roomie): "It's not a boy - it's just GB!"
Me (trying not to sound too disappointed): "Hey, what's up?"
GB: "I was wondering when I could come and visit?"
And that was it, we have been good friends ever since. Perhaps that has to do with the fact that we have lived in different states for the past ten plus years. Regardless, I have discovered that we have much more in common than I ever thought. You know, even more than our good looks and our love of Guns N Roses! And - shocker - he wants to move from Chicago to where I am to be closer to his big sis. AWWWWW!!! I'm sure it has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that the weather is much better ;)
Congratulations on your marriage GB!