Dang girl.
And so, with my wedding anniversary just around the corner I have decided to take a ride in the wayback machine and visit two critical moments in our fine romance.
First: how we met and fell in love...
I was a junior at ASU, on a full-ride scholarship that was getting wasted on my inability to commit to a major. To pay for incidentals, I decided to get a part time job so I applied at the various places where I thought a discount would be beneficial and in no way eat up my entire paycheck. (HA!) Urban Outfitters, Buffalo Exchange, ZGallerie, Gap and J. Crew were just a few. I'm pretty sure the hipster with the nose ring at Urban Outfitters laughed her ass off at my job application when I left, having never worked retail in my life and asking for $9/hour to start. But I did end up landing a job at J. Crew. And for only slightly less than what I wanted to start at.
I don't remember the exact day we met, but I do remember one staff meeting during which I couldn't stop looking at this boy across the room who was so unlike the preppy boys I was usually interested in. I remember he was wearing gauge earrings, wide leg frayed jeans and a fitted tee shirt, a boy who didn't fit the image of a stereotypical J. Crew employee, but who had some swagger nonetheless. My heart skipped a beat whenever he glanced in my direction and I would feel a warmth spread over my body whenever we came into close proximity while folding classic crewneck tees.
To complicate things, I had a boyfriend of over a year at the time. I never have, and never would have cheated on any of my boyfriends. But I will admit we were in the midst of a rough patch, having broken up and gotten back together just a few months before I started my new job. (He broke up with me, just so ya know.) So when my future husband called me out of the blue to ask me out I made sure to explain my boyfriend situation. There was no way we could go out, I was just not that kind of girl and my boyfriend did not deserve to be treated like that. But after I hung up the phone, I looked at my roommate and told her that I could feel a crush was developing.... he had asked me out, and I had to say no!
I racked my brain. My boyfriend called to see if I could go to a party that night at his friend's house. I told him I was getting together with someone from work. I didn't tell him it was this boy. This boy with the gauge earrings and the undefinable swagger. So I called future husband back after this not-the-whole-truth I had just told my boyfriend and said we could get something to eat, but it was in NO WAY A DATE. I was explicitly and abundantly, maybe over-the-top, clear in my expressing that we could just chat as friends and eat some food and that would be all. Due to the boyfriend situation and all.
So that night, we met at Pita Jungle for some food. And some talking. And then whaddya know we ran into a couple of boyfriend's friends. So I introduced them to future husband and explained that we worked together. Although I was forthright with boyfriend about my plans that evening, those friends saw him at the party later that night, and mentioned seeing me with the work friend. And the next day he came over and we had a really long, awkward, heart-wrenching, horrible conversation. I felt awful. For a really long time. And I was sad for a really long time because I was also really good friends with boyfriend, but you just can't repair that kind of wound.
I called out sick from work. When I did show up for work I had a hard time doing my job. When my boss called me out for not doing a good job, I started sobbing and she sent me home for the shift. A week or more went by and then I called future husband. I had grieved, and felt awful, but deep down I knew this was meant to be. I couldn't stop thinking about him and I thought there was a good chance it was mutual.
And I was right. I could hear an audible sigh of relief when I called him. He thought I wanted nothing to do with him since I hadn't called or talked to him since that night at Pita Jungle. I told him what happened with boyfriend, now ex-boyfriend. I could tell he felt badly, but we made plans to go on an official date. I think I may have even been the one to ask him out. All I remember is being emotional, hormonal, and in the beginning stage of falling in love. On that first official date we ate at the old Pizzeria Bianco when it was in Town and Country mall. Everything was a little fuzzy due to the cloud I was floating on. At some point during the date, he kissed me when we stopped at a gas station. Through the passenger side window of his tan Volkswagon Golf. In public. I mean people walking around us and everything. Swagger. (Swoon.)
The rest is history. That first kiss was legendary. I think of that kiss and to this day my heart pounds a little harder, I get that warm feeling all over, and a few butterflies in my belly.
I love that this particular memory still does that for me.
I was madly, deeply, crazy in love almost instantly after that kiss. We saw each other as often as possible. And being so dizzy in love, I moved in with future husband three months after that kiss. A decision that shocked everyone who knew me. Practical, pragmatic me.
So there you have it. How we met and fell in love. From my perspective, of course.
Think that was romantic? Stay tuned. Next will be the story of how we got married. It's the stuff of a Nicholas Sparks novel. But it's a true story.
And for nostalgia sake, here are pics of my and the huz. Before we were married, but after the living in sin part. So, if memory serves, these were taken anywhere from 12 to 16 years ago.
Dang girl.
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