But about a year later we started dating (and then a whole bunch of guys started asking me out, so I was dating like, 3 or 4 guys at the same time). But I liked my husband the most, so we eventually became exclusive.
Hahaaa! My kinda girl.
Met my husband at a bar. It was a mutual friend's 27th birthday party. I don't drink a whole lot, so volunteered to be his DD and Husband was his old high school friend home on leave. Husband hit on me ALL night, and I enjoyed shutting him down while we both watched Friend get so drunk that he was slowdancing with and fondling his old babysitter, who I like to think must have been much cuter Back In The Day. I have to think this, or never look at Friend the same way.
I was already sleeping with my neighbor, among others. Not looking for anything else. Besides, he was heading to Kentucky, then Alaska, then Afghanistan, then god-knows-where, so why would I give him a trophy number? I finally caved in as I wrestled Friend into the car after bar close, after a near miss of Babysitter trying to lure him into her car instead. He was driving through my city a couple days later on his way to visit a few friends before showing up to his base (what he would later describe as his "East Coast Sex Cruise"), so I told him he could take me to lunch, but not dinner because I wasn't going to play into that, "Gee, what a long drive and what a filling meal-can I just stay 'on your couch' for a couple hours/tonight?" spiel that some guys might totally try.
He was terribly offended that I'd assume such a thing, but took me to lunch anyway. A few hours after he left, he texted me, "Do you want to go on an adventure?"
I replied, "Hell, yes!" and promptly received a plane ticket in my email to fly to Disney World in Florida, and which point I said no, I am not going to end up floating in a swamp somewhere. I was traumatized by Unsolved Mysteries in my youth; I know better.
I had lots of female support on this decision from my sisters and friends, but my mother, a rabid man-hater, shrieked through the phone, "Are you crazy?? Worst case scenario? You're stuck in DISNEY WORLD with some A$$HOLE! Find a security guard! What's the problem?"
I friend-spied on him through Friend and Friend's family first. Not a creeper? Cool. No battery/assault charges, ever? Oh, good. Was Friend's crutch through both German class and Calculus? Oh. Um, promising. Friend's mom adores him and knows where his father lives and his phone number? Okay.
So... I went to Disney World. Under the stipulation that I got my own bed in the hotel room. I actually stuck to my guns and didn't put out, either. The first night, anyway.
Anyway, he suggested that I just stay and marry him, so I laughed at him. So he bought a ring and tried again a few months later.
He proposed to me at the Louisville Zoo. I remember it as in front of the bathrooms. He says it was outside the lori aviary. Anyone in that area know if those two areas are even close to each other?
Either way, it's been 5 years. He says it was worth cutting short his ECSC for. D'aww.
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