Love Story 1.2

I left off at the late night encounter in late June 2005…

I was enjoying the summer night with my friends. We were sitting in the kitchen and this handsome man walked through and said the most ridiculous pick-up line I have ever heard. “I don’t think I like you. You’re mean.” If you know me, you know that I’m extremely friendly and unless you really tick me off, I’m not a mean person. I thought, “Well geez weirdo. Whatever.” I went along with my evening and didn’t think twice about this comment.

I then went outside to enjoy the amazing summer night and BAM, there was the handsome man sitting on the porch swing. I figured, what the hell, I’ll go see what’s wrong with him. It was clear that the comment was his sophisticated way of gaining my attention and it worked. As I mentioned in the previous post, he is a fairly reserved person and picking up chicks wasn’t really his speciality.

We spent the night talking. The home we were at happened to be his that he shared with 4 other guys. We went up to his room and he played a little guitar for me. He told me his stage name is Rusty Mac and I didn’t buy it for a second. We talked about our interests (he made fun of me for liking NASCAR) and flirted into the “wee hours of the morning.” (Those are his words) It was finally time to go home and we exchanged numbers. Oh yeah, we also had our first kiss. He was sitting on the porch and I was standing below. He says he kissed me first but I maintain he was too shy and I initiated. This was almost 8 years ago and since we re-create a majority of memories, who knows. I just know we kissed and that was the beginning.

Now if I’m being completely honest, I was 19 years old and fresh out of a relationship. I wasn’t interested in beginning a new one right at the time. It was summer for goodness sakes!!! I was enjoying being a young lady 🙂

This was on a Saturday and on the next Wednesday, I got a phone call from a number I thought was an ex-boyfriend’s. I answered and it didn’t sound like the ex. I said, “Is this Bryan?” and my husband said his heart sank. He clarified that no it was in fact not Bryan. I was distracted and the conversation was quick. I think we made plans to meet up the next weekend. (He was doing an internship 4 hours away and drove up every weekend that summer in his truck that got 12 miles to the gallon.)

I did in fact meet up with him that next weekend. We spent the 4th of July together until he had to leave to return for his internship. This was when we officially started our relationship and although we have had some challenging times (to say the least), I haven’t looked back.

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To be continued!

Love Story 1.1

I absolutely love reading stories of how couples came together. If I’ve been to your blog and you have your story posted, I’ve read it and probably enjoyed it.

Now my story with my husband isn’t the most interesting. We are both pretty ordinary people but I love our story. We officially met the summer of 2005, June to be exact. I guess I should back up and explain the other unofficial encounters.

Febuary 2005 – I went to the home of some of my high school classmates. We went to college in a small-ish town and my friends were friends with his friends. The party was in full swing. I was refraining from drinking, as I had to drive home. I started playing pool with this handsome man. I can’t play pool to save my life, so I was making up rules as I went to ensure I had my fair share of playing time. This handsome man was a good sport and allowed these “rules”. I remember thinking I was interested in this man and was putting myself out there but he was reserved and did not appear interested. I was a freshman in college so this was not heartbreaking to me but obviously he made an impression as a few years into our relationship, I remembered this encounter and we confirmed that was the first time we met. He said I was a “floozy” and I noted that I would later ask a friend about him and that was that.

Early June 2005 – I was out with friends at an adult establishment. Again many of our friends knew each other. (We are both from small towns that are 10 minutes away from each other.) My friend Lensi had a conversation with a handsome man. It was short and sweet and I minded my own business. Had a good time and went home.

Later June 2005 – I won tickets to a concert and did not return until after midnight. Being the frisky chick I am, I wasn’t ready to go home so I went to a house party with my friends.

This is where the story really begins….