I met Aaron when I was 13, maybe 14 (late summer birthday). I spent that summer doing a summer theater program in Columbus, Ohio with my dad's cousin Lisa. It was good. I was a holy terror, and I'd like to think that even though I drove the poor woman crazy, it was good for all of us. (I kind of wonder how she's doing now that she is the mom to a teen... hehe) Anyways, Aaron was working at a day camp in the same space. I thought he was awfully cute. We hung out at our cast party, and I got my second kiss ever from him. I had a week left in town, and my cousin, being the absolutely cool woman that she was, invited him to the concert she was taking me to. My end of vacation treat. Paul Simon. I don't remember much other than kissing him in the back row, and hickies. I flew home the next day with a single polaroid of him, his address, and phone number. We "dated" for a couple of months, writing and using my 1 hour of phone time a month. Not sure who broke up with who, but it doesn't matter. He was my best friend after that.
We called each other as often as we could. Usually in a crisis. I called him when my heart was broken, he called me when his mom died. I'm pretty sure he saved my life at least once. Email made contact better, and worse. We've gone too long without talking at times, but have seen each other a couple of times. The last time I saw him face to face was 2001. I was laid off and he had just gotten engaged. I had to meet her, so I flew out. I really liked her, and I told him if he screwed it up... well bad stuff would happen. I was done with dating, he told me to keep trying. He got married and I couldn't make it, I met A, got married myself. They had Cordy, we had M, they had Mira a month later.
I started blogging, and reading Christina's blog. We're back to keeping up regularly. Christina has been amazing. She's taught me the ropes of this whole blogging thing. She's helped me find great opportunities. Makes we wish that we all lived closer to each other. Especially cause it's been a sucky few months for them. And for a lot of the Internet peeps. Which is why that is a long story to get to a point.
Bloggers make money off of page views, and ads that are clicked through, and when you read them in a reader, while they adore any attention (we're all just asking to be loved), they don't get paid for reader views. Even if they're just blogging to get money for a new pair of shoes. So if you like them, click through the reader, leave a comment, click on an ad. Blog through the recession. It is all Kristen's idea, and I'm getting on board, with my little blog, because when I was 14 I made out at a Paul Simon concert and it changed my life for the better.