LOVE STORY

[vc_row parallax=”content-moving” parallax_image=”32664″ css=”.vc_custom_1433262244130{padding-top: 200px !important;padding-bottom: 75px !important;}”][vc_column][vc_empty_space][vc_empty_space][vc_empty_space][vc_empty_space][vc_custom_heading text=”L♥VE STORY” font_container=”tag:h2|font_size:100|text_align:center|color:%23ffffff” google_fonts=”font_family:Lato%3A100%2C100italic%2C300%2C300italic%2Cregular%2Citalic%2C700%2C700italic%2C900%2C900italic|font_style:900%20bold%20regular%3A900%3Anormal”][vc_empty_space][vc_empty_space][vc_empty_space][vc_empty_space][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_column_text]Once upon a time I married a guy named RJ. We hated each other from the first time we were introduced so no one (including us) really understands why we decided to ever get married in the first place. But we did anyway. Probably for the military benefits. Oops. Surprisingly (not), our marriage fell apart four seconds after it started, when we began bickering over who had the ticket to get out of the courthouse parking lot.

A couple miserable years later I joined a CrossFit gym as a way to (1) get out of the house, (2) make grown-up friends whose hobbies did not include doing drugs, and (3) piss RJ off. I succeeded in all three of those goals and was rewarded by The Universe with a bonus: meeting Shannon. Awwww.

Our romance was slow to start, mostly because we were both trying to figure out if the other one liked girls – an element necessary to make a relationship between us work – and also because I was still married to RJ. I mean, even today I’m still technically married to RJ (because the Commonwealth of Virginia has asinine laws) but that’s a different story. Back to Shannon and me because this is our love story dammit and it’s so good that it even has its own hashtag.[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][vc_column width=”1/2″][vc_column_text]So we met at CrossFit, did some workouts together, flirted over frozen margaritas and smoothies and ice cream for an entire summer, and fell in love. Because that’s what soulmates do. And we’re soulmates, obvs. We know this because we pee in front of each other and pick each other’s hair out of the shower drain. True love, people. It exists.

After a year and a half of doing things the hard way, we finally moved in together in January 2015. It’s been totally awesome, except for the part where her alarm goes off at 4:15 each morning, which, for the record, is a ridiculously unnecessary hour. UGH. I’ll take it over living apart and never waking up next to her though.

She loves kids, animals, coffee and sushi, and has the worst vision ever. I love only my kids, despise animals and coffee, take my meat charred all the way through, and at 20/10 have better-than-perfect vision. It’s the only thing inside or outside of the gym I beat her at people. Let me have it.

We currently live in the DC-ish area, even though it’s really fucking expensive, because there’s really nowhere else either of us would rather live. And also, our jobs are here. So…[/vc_column_text][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_text_separator title=”READ MORE”][vc_column_text]

HOW WE MET | PERKS OF DATING A GIRL | THE REST OF US | #KELSEYANDSHANNON

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