When I was 12, I remember holding hands with this girl
--I want to say "Patty" but I'm just guessing here--and something about the way she held hands was just...wrong. Our fingers didn't line up right.

You know how when you grab someone's hand, the fingers soft of automatically slide into place, your thumb next to their thumb, second finger next to their second finger? Simple, right? Not a lot of ways to screw that up. This girl did.

I think what she did was slide her fingers in too early so they were all out of sync with mine. (I'm sitting here, holding hands with myself to try to explain this to you.) Okay...here's what it is: I like my pinkie to be on the outside. And she started one finger too soon, so her pinkie was on the outside, and my pinkie was smushed up between her third and fourth fingers.

Now, I'm not saying she's a bad person. But the second we held hands, I knew she wasn't for me. We just didn't fit.

And I knew I couldn't explain it to her, either.

Because, the way I figure, there are two types of people: those who get it and those who don't. If they get it, there's nothing to explain, and if they don't, there's no point in trying to explain. They don't get it. Move on.

But I remember thinking that if you're going to be with someone, you should find someone who gets it. And someone who fits.

-Paul Reiser

Happy Anniversary to the guy who gets me,
my dear sweet Jonny.