True Story Tuesday

Back in my younger days when I didn't understand what tired really was, what being broke really meant, and what adult responsibilities really were I lived the carefree life of a young woman in her twenties with no one to answer to but me. It was glorious. The late nights that didn't involve being woken by children but were self-inflicted sleepless nights. The 1 hour spent each week cleaning my entire apartment. The ability to wash every article of clothing that I owned in 2 loads of laundry. Oh how I wish I had appreciated that time in my life more instead of longing to get married and have children. Just like in 15 years I will miss my young children who think I know everything and that I have the ability to fix anything that may go wrong in their lives. And even though I know I will miss the moments I still stress today's struggles of raising young children while constantly watching the clock waiting for the hands to strike the magical hour of bedtime.

While looking back at my youthful twenties there was a moment that at the time I felt the need to confront my transgressors. Now I laugh hysterically at the absurdity of it all.

My husband and I were buddies when we first met. We would hang out at the local bar and have a great time hanging out and swapping stories over our adult beverages. We would watch all the bar trolls come in and look for their next booty call and make fun of the victims who fell for the clumsy attempts of these trolls. We had a blast together.

Well, this time in my life happened to be when I was under the philosophy that I'd date whomever asked me out. I loved going out for food and spirits on their tab. Every single man that asked me out (no it was not MANY, but there were a few) knew that I would not be exclusive to them and I always gave full disclosure to these poor saps men. They knew full well that I was in it for the food and not much else.

Well, one of these losers guys apparently had more feelings for me than I did for him and did not appreciate me hanging out with Chris on a Friday night laughing it up. (And actually, I got in more than one fight about Chris with more than one guy. Apparently they all saw something that we weren't aware of yet.) So this loser took it upon himself to single out Chris one night and have a sit down while I was not around. The conversation went something like this:

Preface: Chris is a staunch, right-wing, republican and everyone who knows him knows this about him. So loser this guy starts talking about WWII and more specifically the Holocaust. (Doesn't everybody talk about such heady subjects when out for a good time?) This was all in his scheme to "break" me and Chris up even though we weren't actually a couple.

Loser : I have this friend who doesn't believe the Holocaust happened.
Chris: Really?!
Loser : Yeah. In fact I think you know her. (Oh he's sooo sneaky!)
Chris: Oh?
Loser : Yeah. Her name is Julie.

Somehow Loser thought by telling Chris that I didn't believe in the Holocaust that Chris would no longer be interested in me. Even though at that time we really were just buddies.

2 Months Later:

Chris and I are sitting at his house watching TV. A commercial comes on about Schindler's List and I comment on how I would like to see that movie.

Chris: Really?
Me: Yeah, why?
Chris: Retells above conversation.
Me: Bawahahahahaha! What an idiot! I went to Dachau when I was in HS and walked over the top of the shallow graves that were dug for the victims. I stuck my head inside of an oven that incinerated thousands of people. I have pictures- do you wanna see them? Bawahahahahaha! Oh my gosh- what a loser!

Moral of the Story:

If you're going to try to break up a couple- that is not actually a couple- do not use a time in history such as WWII as your only means of defense.

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