Oh, sure, there were the occasional dates. I shocked myself by going to both Junior and Senior prom with dates, but those events were certainly the exception and not the rule. Often, when I was spending painfully awkward or dorky moments with Dan and Andrew, I would wonder about what my future wife was doing at that moment. Is she also at a debate tournament? Maybe she's birdwatching. Or thinking about politics. I would wonder if she's Argentinean or American or German or Pakistani.
Now I know the answer to most of those questions because on July 2, 2010, Diane agreed to be my wife.
And it turns out that when I was hanging out at the CSU library studying German with Dan and Andrew, she was most likely in Colonie. She was most definitely not ever at any debate tournament.
When I was thinking about her, she was probably at a dance competition. Or eating a bagel with sausage and cheese (no egg, please and thank you). Or perhaps she was practicing the baritone.
At the most basic level, Diane and I met quite by accident. Had Dr. Moore not encouraged me to apply to Albany, it is likely our paths would not have ever crossed. Had Albany not offered a very generous scholarship, it is likely I would have gone to school in Philadelphia. Had that monkey George W. Bush not been elected and screwed up the environment, Diane would not have gone into environmental policy. Had CHH not been friendly at the Dean's office I would have avoided all human contact at Albany and gone back to Colorado at the conclusion of my degree. Quite the accident, as you can see.
And now this series of accidents has turned into a lifetime with "that tall girl from Jeffy's office".
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HOLLA! Woot woot! Yee haw! Etc.
-CHH
Yay yay yay! Nice work, Czhrisxtine, what with the being friendly and stuff.
E - I used to get upset with ADB (before I knew her of course) b/c she would talk to you during econ with Wyckoff, depriving me of one of my few and (at that point) very limited human interactions for the week. The nerve!
Well, you were cute, sure, but she was cuter . . .
When we were sitting in a bar in Mendoza late one evening, I commented along the same lines to ADB: who'd have imagined that a conversation about a better way to get from Latham to Albany would have led through a weird series of accidents to a continuing conversation thousands of miles away, at the feet of the Andes . . .
So I'm really, really glad that the conversation still goes on and on for you guys!!!! It couldn't have happened to better, cuter people . . .
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