When we last left off, it was 1986 and Marvin and I had just broken up. Crushed beer bottles everywhere, me sobbing, Marvin burning every.single.one of my letters, which hello. How much fun would it have been to go back and read those? Go, Marvin.
Cause, yeah. When we broke up, we had no clue we'd ever get back together. It seemed pretty ding-dang done.
And wouldn't it be romantic to say that in the 10-year interim from '86 to '96 that there were no other men for me? That I just waited and pined, turning down every date offered me?
Yeah. I just sat here and counted, and I think I had between 10 and 13 boyfriends in that 10 years. I couldn't decide if some of them were boyfriends or just men I thought were cool till I figured out they weren't. Like the guy who made a collage of photos–of himself. Or the one who broke up with me while we were on vacation, and we had to spend the rest of the time awkwardly looking at lovely scenery.
And let's not forget the one who I broke up with because he wasn't ready to get married and he eloped TWO MONTHS LATER.
Through this entire parade of prettyness, somehow Marvin and I remained friends. We both graduated from college, and he moved to Los Angeles and I moved to Seattle.
So we never SAW each other, but we'd call or write every once in awhile.
Whenever I hung up the phone from Marvin, I'd always think, Why can't I meet someone like him here in Seattle? And he'd always think, No one gets my jokes except her.
Well. In 1996, I was 31 and was dating no one. I went to a strawberry festival with my friend Christina and at said festival there was a psychic. Naturally, I stampeded over to get my fortune, and she told me I had a curse on my love life, and for $10 she'd lift it. I had to borrow the $10 from cynical Christina.
That night we went to a bar, and the guy checking IDs was really cute. I walked up to him and gave him my phone number on a gum wrapper. He called the next day, and we started dating. Let's go crazy and call him "Jonah," cause that wasn't his real name or anything.
Jonah was a lot younger than me. I think he was 22 or 23, tops. He was in film school, and I liked him just fine. I mean, he was a 6.5 on the 1-10 liking scale. I thoroughly enjoyed his company, but I wasn't obsessed or anything. He was the perfect person to end my dating life, to tell you the truth.
After we'd dated a few months, Jonah said, "You know that guy Marvin you used to date? The one who works on movies in LA?" (Marvin used to be a sound mixer for movies.) (No, you haven't seen anything he did. Oh, except Almost Famous, ironically, and he didn't get screen credit for it.)
Jonah thought it'd be good for his future film career if I invited Marvin for a visit. He wasn't worried about me inviting an old boyfriend, because we had a pretty casual thing going on. I mean, how serious can you get about a 23-year-old? So I said okay. What the heck? I'd invite Marvin to Seattle. He was to arrive October 11, 1996.
All of a sudden I could think of nothing else. I bought a new outfit, I got my hair done, I got collagen in my lips, I went to the tanning bed, I dieted. I mean, I was all up IN this visit, with my natural woman self. The plan was, Marvin was going to arrive on Friday, and we'd call Jonah on Saturday or Sunday for a career-planning get together.
Friday, October 11 arrived. I was dolled up and lip-plumped. Marvin got off the plane.
We never called Jonah. Not once. I know that makes me a terrible person.
Marvin and I had a great time that weekend. We went to the Space Needle, we went to the Cloud Room, we went to Snoqualmie. If you have never been to Seattle, none of that means anything to you. But trust me, we did some cool stuff.
By the end of the weekend, Marvin was totally smitten with me. I say this because he told me. He said that he stayed awake all night the night before, watching me sleep on my futon (I gave him the bed, but that apartment was the size of a walnut shell, so he could see me anyway), and realized I was the woman for him. And yes, I did wonder what repugnant things he had watched me do in my sleep.
By February, I was living in LA. By May, we were engaged.
By 1998, we were married. And the rest you already know.
I totally owe my friend Christina $10.