I have a doctor's appointment later today, and I often find myself checking my e-mail on my phone while I'm waiting around the doctor's office. To make sure that I have some interesting e-mail to read, I'm going to ask you to tell me a story in a comment to this post.
Tell me the story of how you met your significant other.
I'll go first.
I was in a poetry class at Ohio State, and there was a project where the teacher assigned us a partner to work on it with. I got paired up with a guy named AJ. (For the record, I ended up doing all the work.) He invited me to a party at his house, and I dragged my friend Jes (who was always up for a party) along with me. After the party at AJ's house was over (read: they ran out of beer), AJ invited Jes and I to come with him and his friends to another party. We went along with them, and ended up at Kevin's house, although I didn't know it at the time. After we had met up with the appropriate people and drank the appropriate number of drinks at that house, apparently it was time to move along to another party. Jes and I were again invited to go along, and we did.
On the walk from Kevin's house to the next party, some guy came up behind me and said, "Us redheads need to stick together." I remember thinking to myself that even though it was dark outside, I didn't think he had red hair. (Kevin's hair has been getting darker and darker - it's so much less red now than it was even then.)
Apparently, Kevin had noticed me at the party at AJ's house, but didn't say anything to me. He also noticed me at the party at his house, but didn't say anything to me then, either. But after that, he stayed by my side for the rest of the evening, even walking Jes and I home after we got kicked out of that last party due to the host's discovery of Jes' scheme to steal the "cutest piggie bank in the world," as well as her realization that we had *no* idea whose birthday we were there to celebrate.
Sidebar: When you are hosting a big college drinking party, do not leave your cute red piggy bank on the kitchen counter for drunk girls named Jes to covet. Put the piggy bank away!
Anyways, Kevin and I made plans to go on a date the next weekend, and the rest, as they say, is history.
Well, except for the part when he broke up with me before our first date.
You see, our first date was set for the Friday following Valentine's Day. On Valentine's Day, he showed up at my house with roses for me. I thought that he was being really sweet. But, in reality, he was coming over to apologize for the fact that he was going to have to cancel our first date, as another girl that he had asked out ages ago had finally decided to say yes, and they were going to go on their first date as soon as he left my house! The roses he brought for me were a peace offering, I suppose. I'm not ashamed to say that I let my cats eat them. (Apparently roses are delictible, if one is a feline.)
About a month later, he apparently saw me again on campus, and since I didn't notice him, he didn't say anything to me. But, things hadn't worked out with the other girl (apparently she still wasn't interested in him, she just didn't want to be alone on Valentine's Day), so he decided to call me and invite me out to dinner. I remember that my roommates thought that I was nuts for agreeing to go on a date with someone who had already dumped me before we started dating, but I had a spectacular new black dress and nowhere else to wear it. Honestly, that's why I said yes. It was all about the dress.
But, it turned out that we had a really great time at dinner, and then he took me bowling with some of his friends afterwards, because his friend Rob worked at the bowling alley and that's what everyone was doing that night. (I did change out of the dress for that.) Then, he took me out the next night, and the next night, and now the rest is history.
Sidebar: We later introduced Rob, Kevin's friend who worked at the bowling alley, to my party-going friend Jes, and they are now married and have three beautiful children.
Now, leave me a comment with your story!
1 comment:
Ok--I never heard any of this --cracking up!!! So glad it worked out and you're in the family!!
Ok, here's my story:
Sept 2, 1997: I had decided to start going back to the gym as I was going on a cruise a month later with my mom. Being summer and beautiful, nobody else was there except one other guy. I was in the Nautilis room when this guy started talking to me. We made tons of conversation for about an hour--mostly travel and Europe, when he asked me if I wanted to go out to dinner. I said when, and he said "this week Thursday." I thought that kind of an odd response (I didn't catch at the time that he didn't live in my town, he was from out of state there on business!) Well, I agreed to go (didn't plan where)--but intentionally left without giving him my phone number (Because I had been stalked for over a year back in '95, I was a bit apprehensive around the male species:) Then I kind of regretted it and returned to the gym the next day at the same time--thankfully he was there, we exchanged info, and met on Sept 4, 1997 at my favorite Italian restaurant on the harbor of my home-town. We got to talking at dinner and I found out we met two days prior on his birthday (I tell him every year I'm a non-refundable bday gift!). Then he invited me out for the second date---flying!!! Yes, he has his private pilot's license, and I did go flying with him out to another town and had dinner. When we flew back and landed he couldn't steer the plane and I had to push it off the grass with him (boy was he embarrassed)--turns out his clip board got stuck under the rudder:) And here we are today--literally 9 years ago today we were married outdoors on a VERY stormy day (just ask Kevin how many times they took the chairs in our out and wiped them down:)--but we made it through the ceremony and pictures and got in before the final down pour--lots of luck with the rain on our wedding day!
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