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    2011 - 02.14

    In honor of Valentine’s Day, here’s a repeat post. Happy Valentine’s Day Ricky.

    Every once in a while, someone asks how Ricky and I met. Remember that old phrase, you only find what you’re looking for when you stop looking? That would probably be the most accurate way of explaining the circumstances of how we met.

    One night, I was sitting in a favorite bar.  My usual happy-hour buddies were out celebrating their anniversary, and I was yakking up a storm with another friend. It was a Tuesday evening in August, 2002.

    In walked someone I knew I had not seen before, because he’s someone I most certainly would have remembered. He sat down at the bar a few stools down. He gave me a smile and a polite nod. I chugged the last of my martini, crushed out my Marlboro Ultra Light 100, excused myself from my buddy Dave and set out to meet this attractive stranger.

    At this point in time, I’d accepted the fact that I would probably remain single for the rest of my life. Hadn’t dated anyone even remotely seriously in a couple years, and didn’t really plan to.

    However, there would be nothing wrong with making a new friend, would there? You can never have enough friends.

    I sat at the stool next to him and said “I don’t believe I’ve met you before, I’m Brad.” He said “No, I don’t think we’ve met, my name is Ricky.” Yaddah, yaddah, blah, blah, next thing you know, we’re going to meet for lunch at Granite City.

    You may have figured out, I’m kind of a car-queen. At the time I had a red camaro convertible–a bit unseemly for a 39 year old man, but I didn’t care. Ricky had a brand new Mitsubishi Lancer, which I soon learned he’d purchased two days before we met. Later he stated he doubted I would have agreed to lunch had I seen the beat-up Taurus wagon he’d recently parked in the alley when he bought the Lancer.

    Lunch was great. Ricky thought I smoked too much. I though Ricky needed a little more fun in life.

    We both knew we’d met someone special,  and that we wanted to get to know each other better.

    I didn’t realize at the time just how special. This was the guy I would walk down the aisle with 4 years later.

    Today’s Gay Agenda: Let the world know sweet love stories aren’t just for starry eyed kids. Sometimes it even happens for old guys.

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