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  <title>Eric's House Of Ego</title>
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    <title>13 years ago I was at Musecon 0</title>
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    <content type="html">I was going to be rooming with Xap and my youngest son Jared. A couple of weeks before Xap informed me that Lizzie was looking for a place to crash. By this time we had talked quite a bit, and even got up on stage with each other at Capricorn earlier that year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a considerable crush on her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not being stupid I said sure, that would be fine with me. Being stupid I was still under the impression that she would never be interested in me. Hey, I had seen the Cap photos, and I still didn’t get it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We talked a lot Friday night after Jared and Xap had fallen asleep. To be fair, I talked a lot. I was a little nervous as we were going to be sharing a bed that night. Hey, it’s a con. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night I retreated back up to the room to have some food (someone, I don’t remember who, made a Pita Inn run, it might have been me) and decompress a bit. Lizzie asked me if she could join me. Once again, not being stupid, I said yes. Being stupid … well you know … &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have both told the story many times. She said “you don’t get it do you?” I said “Get what?” She got out the construction paper and crayons and drew diagrams. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I realized that she was interested in me. It takes some people longer than others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, as I was packing up the car to go home, I said to her “you’ve given me a lot to think about”. A couple of weeks later we decided to meet up at Strollers in St Louis, but that is a story for later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking that I can’t feel any stronger for her than I do already. I am proved wrong in that over and over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I adore you my fabulous Lizzie Crowe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(My user photo was taken at Musecon 1. Our wedding was about an hour before. Sara Trice had made us a tie dye cake)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=ericcoleman&amp;ditemid=1018935" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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