I thought some of you may be interested in the story of Master P and I.
We met on December 31, 2004 at a New Year's Eve party. I was in a failing relationship that I wasn't quite ready to give up on yet, so I decided to go to a party at a co-worker's house. I didn't know anyone but a handle of people, but I decided to drink my face off and mingle. I don't really remember anything but Master P trying to make out with one of my co-workers.
Fast forward a few weeks to another co-worker's graduation party. Master P was there and somehow we ended up on a couch together. Where I ultimately got pushed off. And slept on the floor. Nice right?
I went cross country for the summer and the failing relationship ultimately failed upon my return. While out for co-worker 1's birthday, shortly after my return, we somehow (HA) fell in love (aka played a lot of head games for a few months) and the rest is history. We'll have been together for five years in September.
