and I’m not talking about my old Landlord – but she was IN the running, fo’sho.
A little over a year ago my quaint little beach town was attacked by Super Storm Sandy. Life on Long Island is pretty tame, and we don’t generally have these knock arounds by nature (sure, we have a nor’easter every so often or we lose power once in a while, but nothing of a massive proportion). Once we got hit by the storm, though, things changed.
The weeks following Hurricane Sandy, two things that became adamantly clear:
- Never underestimate people – they can surprise you with their generosity
- They can also surprise you with their overwhelming selfishness
My friends and I did a lot of work around our island – people I hadn’t spoken to in years came from the weeds to donate time, goods, money – whatever they could – to the families that lost everything. It truly was a sight to see.
Other people, however, were awful little fuckers. And I have the memory of an elephant. So I tucked some of those memories away for a later date…which will come.
One of the best things that I got out of the storm, though, was my Beefcake. We had started seeing each other about two months before Sandy hit, and quite honestly, if he hadn’t been around during the storm I most likely would have cussed out a lot more people than I did. He picked me up and took me to assess the damage at my apartment, he helped my friends with their homes – he helped complete strangers with their homes -, he let me take his sweatshirts and when I needed to be mad at someone, he let me be mad at him. He took me to dinner (dirty, exhausted, sore, and in the only pair of clothes I took with me when we evacuated…in purple crocs) and told me I looked pretty…and two months later when he mentioned moving in together….well, we haven’t looked back since.
And he doesn’t know how to use the interwebs so he’ll never know I was gushing. BAM.