User blog:Nalyd Renrut/How I Met Your Musou

Happy birthday, tiny baby Neko!!! *huggles* I know this is later, but it wouldn't be a real Nalyd gift if it wasn't a week later.

A thirty year old woman with a white bow in her hair sat in a couch. "Neko," a man's voice said. "This is your father."

"I know, dad," the woman said. "You're sitting right in front of me."

"Now, Neko, I know this is your thirtieth birthday," the man continued to say. "I can't believe it's been 25 years. Now, I thought for a long time what I was gonna get you for your birthday. Neko, there's a lot you don't know about your mother and I."

"I know you sleep on the couch cause mom kicks in her sleep," Neko teased.

"Round-house kicks," the man corrected her. "But there's a long story behind our meeting."

"I already know about the forced marriage and the stalking," Neko said. "What else is there?"

"There's a lot more," the man said. "This is the story of how I met your Musou."

The year was 2010. I was just a teenager then. I like to look back and think I was smarter than I was, but I know I wasn't. I made mistakes, things I regret. But if there's one thing I had, it was love. I had a close group of friends, we did everything together.

There was Jam. She was a bit older than most of us, but she was wise beyond her years. She was also a hippie. "Did you guys hear they saved some whales on a beach in Canada?" she asked us one day. She was also Canadian. More on that later.

There was BB. He was calm, cool, and collected at all times. And I mean all times. "Guys! I won the lottery!" I exclaimed excitedly.

"Way to go!" Jam cheered.

"Yippie," BB said nonchalantly. Nonchalant. Always. More on that later.

There was also KG. Now, if you asked KG, he'd tell you he was a big ladies' man. "Guys," he said, running over to the group. "I just scored that chick's number!"

"It says 9-1-1," BB read.

"She's obviously a police officer," KG said. She wasn't. He got arrested. Despite incidents like this, KG loved the ladies. More on that later.

There was also CD. Yes, Jam and I are the only two with real names. CD was a girl who loved to party. Constantly. "Party!" she screamed, jumping on a table. Jam whispered in her ear. "Well you could have told me this was a funeral!" CD climbed off the table, embarrassed. She didn't take a lot of things in life seriously, and that got her in trouble. More on that later.

Lastly, there was me. Back then, 25 years ago, I thought I was the normal one in the group. I thought I had everything figured out. More on that later.

Our whole group worked at a local magazine company. Jam was vice-president of the company, BB was editor-in-chief, KG wrote an advice column, CD was an investigative reporter, and I was an intern.

After work, we'd hang out at Teddy's, a local pizzeria. It was sort of a hang-out spot for us.

Now I know what you're thinking. When does Musou come in? I'll get to her soon. More on that later.

To be continued! Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!