Steve and I went to business school together, and met in June of 2005 during an orientation program. Two months later he met Jodi, and three months after that they moved in together, which made them big 'ol lesbians in my book.
I was really self-conscious about my friendship with Steve in the beginning because it had been so long since I had had a close straight male friend. He didn't have the boundaries that most straight guys have, and it just suprised me that he would want to develop a friendship with a big homo like me. Its one of the few times that I have been aware of my own internalized homophobia. In this case I think I had more of it than Steve did. In the fall of our first year, my mom came to visit, and over brunch he met my family, and I met Jodi.
Jodi is a school teacher, which fits her perfectly because she (like Steve actually) has the gift of being incredibly likeable. She's adorable, and rambunctious, and funny.
Last summer they got married in Minnesota, and I was in the wedding. Aside from being completely covered in swollen bug bites, the most memorable part of the whole trip was when we were out on a lake, and for some reason our posse left us floating in two inner tubes while they took the boat to pick up someone from the dock. We spent about 20 minutes talking and laughing, and it occurred to me that I felt completely comfortable with them. Even though Jodi kept reminding me that there were leeches in the lake, I felt at home because they were there.
After the wedding they moved to Puerto Rico, and I am finally here on my first visit. The lucky bitches live on the ocean on the top floor of a highrise. Here is a picture I just took over the balcony.
Oh, Jodi's home, bye bye now.
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