Our first "official" pic

I remember meeting The Parents. It was coincidentally our second date b/c we both lived at home with our parents, we had no choice.

(I was able to hold E off a little longer from meeting my parents b/c I always offered to drive out to his house LOL)

I was still in uniform b/c I had a VERY long day at work so here I am, trudging in with my uniform, my combat boots, no makeup, godawful hair, and a bright pink gym bag with clothes to change into. If he didn’t run away screaming, I knew we were meant to be.

I walk in the front door and his mother runs to hug me, as though we were old friends. It was surprising but a fantastic welcoming. His dad saluted me. I giggled. It was, by far, the most non-awkward, easy-going “nice to meet you” I’ve ever experienced.

Then came the photo ops.

After sitting down, talking with his parents for a while, we finally managed to get a picture of the two of us where we weren’t trying to kill each other and he wasn’t making funny faces.

Believe me, it was tough.

Right before I left for Hawaii, for work, I made E be my +1 for a Bull Roast Benefit. It was the first time he was meeting the extended family and by extended, I mean, my bio-father and some of my sister’s in-laws. I think he was slightly overwhelmed by the welcoming, which included (but are is not limited too) having his head grabbed, being danced with by my sister’s mother in law, and being made to wear some tacky mardi-gras-esque mask that was left over from an ill-fated bachelorette party.

He took it like a champ.

One Boy, One Girl

He finally gave in to his friend’s girlfriend when she said “there’s someone you should meet”
At a crowded restaurant way cross town, he waited impatiently
When she walked in, their eyes met,
And they both stared
Right there and then,
Everyone else disappeared, but
One boy, one girl,
Two hearts beating wildly,
To put it mildly, it was love at first sight.
He smiled, she smiled, and they knew right away
This was the day they’d been waiting for all their lives.
For a moment the whole world
Revolved around one boy, and one girl….

E and I met on a blind date.

Well, I should start from the beginning.

I went through what I like to call “a terrible rough patch” but in all actuality, I was in the middle of a divorce that kept going from amicable to nasty (and back) as the minutes went by on a clock.

I called my Sibling and said, I need new friends. The Sibling says “OH! I have someone you should meet! I work with his mom and she said he needs a new friend to”. VOILA!

I wish.

I stalked him. Plain and simple.

I got his number from my sister (to my defense, his mother gave it to my sister so I don’t know how you’d classify that) and I texted him that very day. I figured, what the hey, might as well give it a whirl. Worst he could do was not answer, right? So I text him and explained who I was and that his mother gave me his number.

We started “talking”, and by talking I mean we were texting at any free chance we got, and by texting any free chance we got I mean, I texted him and he responded with one to three word responses. Apparently my Sibling failed to tell me that he doesn’t speak. At All.

He asked me out for a Tuesday night. Dinner and a movie. Chili’s and “Valentine’s Day“.

Now, anyone that knows me, knows I get lost in my own driveway, while trying to get out of paperbag. Poor boy was stuck waiting for me for over an hour. I get out of the car and he looked like he was going to either vomit or run away. He insists he wasn’t going to and he was excited. I’ve seen excitement and it don’t look like that….

I should preface this by saying, I threatened to make a scene on our first date if he didn’t talk to me. Luckily for him (and coincidentally for me too) he didn’t call my bluff 🙂

I must have done something right b/c he asked me out again…. ♥


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