At a shelter called Animal House. He pissed on my foot the first time we met.
Jefferson and I met on a Friday afternoon 25 years ago. He was visiting his cousin and Nana for the weekend and I was walking home from school when I got attacked by a neighborhood bully. At first I didn't want to be friends even though I appreciated him coming to my rescue. It was after his 3rd weekend of visiting we became the best of friends. He is who gave me the nickname Princess cause I always needed rescuing
I love that story. :)
On a job! She took me under her wings, showed me the ropes, and we've been best friends ever since.
We found ourselves in the same home room class when we entered 7th grade. We had similar interests, had some of the same classes and we've been friends ever since.
Work. Same job. She was my boss.
I had a cold cucumber in my fridge.
We met because we were part of the same underground subculture/family in a sea of conservative bigots. We became friends because we clicked, we spoke the same language of logic sprinkled with voluntary doses of emotion. We shared, we complimented and we had intimate freedom which was emotionally and physically mesmerizing.
I met him when I was about 11 years old while playing baseball. The "why" is a bit tough...we were total opposites. I was quite and a bit antisocial...he was obnoxious and just wanted someone to talk to. Maybe that's the why. He ran his mouth and I wouldn't interrupt, haha.
I met her in the 3rd grade on the monkey bars in 1954. We both loved the songs on the radio, even back then. We practiced dancing.