There are a lot of blogs out there. There are parenting blogs, art blogs, running blogs, fish keeping blogs, knitting blogs, snake keeping blogs, bicycling blogs, teaching blogs, Asperger-wife blogs... Mine is none of these, but all of these.
Except for knitting. Did you see it? I don't knit.
Lotta Joy commented on that recent Asperger post, "I wish you would give more details of the differences you and your husband adapted to after getting married."
Okay! I haven't been Asperger-wife blog for a while.
But firstly, let's put on the "trousers of time" (a term Rock Chef used today that I found cute, but it was better when he said it), and go back to the fateful day when I met my Asperger-wife-blog material.
It was January of 1988. The first class of the first day of the winter semester at the university Magnum and I attended. I walked into the classroom and sat in a suitable location. The professor had yet to arrive so I did what seemed the natural thing to do. I started talking to the person next to me.
I don't remember what I said, just something chitty chatty about classes starting up again. But this guy I said it to seemed somewhat startled. Like, why was I talking to him? Yet, at the same time, he seemed pleased that I was.
|Magnum, about the time of|
his chit chat victimization
He was wholly focused on my every word, my every chitty chatty, just-killing-time word. Then he said something in response like, "yeah". Out of the blue, he then added, "My name is Magnum", which at the time took me a bit by surprise.
Think about it. How many chitty chatty conversations have you had with people you didn't really know? In a dentist's waiting area? Standing in line somewhere? Sitting and waiting for a class to start? For me, it's usually been deeper into the conversation before names are swapped, if at all.
"Hmm. I'm Abby. Nicetameetcha", I replied.
And we were off.