Today is one of the happiest days of the year. Today is the Captain's birthday. More importantly, this is the day when the Captain is, once again, the same age as moi.
I was born on December 16, 1964. The Captain was born March 2, 1965.
I will pause while you make a notation in your datebook.
Okay! So this, technically, makes me the last of the Baby Boomers, and the Captain a ....I don't know what.
I will pause while I Google.
Okay! From Wikipedia:
The term Generation X was used in a 1964 study of British youth by Jane Deverson. Deverson was asked by Woman's Own magazine to interview teenagers of the time. The study revealed a generation of teenagers who "sleep together before they are married, were not taught to believe in God as 'much', dislike the Queen, and don't respect parents." Because of these controversial findings, the piece was deemed unsuitable for the magazine. Deverson, in an attempt to save her research, worked with Hollywood correspondent Charles Hamblett to create a book about the study. Hamblett decided to name it Generation X.
The term was popularized by Canadian author Douglas Coupland's 1991 novel, Generation X: Tales for an Accelerated Culture, concerning young adults during the late 1980s and their lifestyles. While Coupland's book helped to popularize the phrase "Generation X," in a 1989 magazine article he erroneously attributed the term to English musician Billy Idol. In fact, Idol had been a member of the punk band Generation X from 1976–1981, which was named after Deverson and Hamblett's 1965 sociology book—a copy of which was owned by Idol's mother.
The irony here is that I am much more a Gen-X-er, and the Captain is definitely a Boomer. He is loyal, and hard-working. He believes in personal responsibility, and giving your best effort. When we met, I was a punker/gothy girl, who listened to Billy Idol, had sex before marriage, and didn't like the Queen. Well, our government, anyway. The Queen seems fairly harmless, and rather strong, what with surviving the blitz and all those crazy family members.
A few weeks ago, our friend, Maccabee, asked for a quote from a famous letter my brother read at my wedding. I sent it to him shortly after I met the Captain. So, today, to honor the man who has spent the last 25 years being three months younger than me, I give you a glimpse of the beginning.
Life alternates between being terrifically boring, and too weird. I'm involved, I guess. With a brother from the house. (Author's note: We were in a co-ed fraternity together) He's really regular. Played ice hockey most of his life. Plays air hockey and beer pong most of his life now. He's like someone I would have dated in high school: normal hair, and listens to 92K-Rock. Can you believe it?
He thinks I'm interesting, and would like to sleep with me. It's pretty convenient, and I'm pretty much assured of the fact that he'll never come over my house and bug me.
So much for romance.
So, ours is an "opposites attract" love story. And the reason I am writing a romance novel. Because no one who knew us believed we would stay together. But today is another birthday, and another year together!
I know the Captain is no more happy about getting older than I am. But I can say, without hesitation, that I am happy to grow older with him.
Especially when we're the same age again.