Welcome, friends! To the first installment of:
Today, is "Tell me how you met your love..and/or your bestfriend" day!
Love can be interpreted many ways...and I don't want to exclude anyone who hasn't yet found the love of their life, so if that's you...tell us about your best friend!
Bestie's are awesome...and who doesn't love their bestie?!
Anywho...I have found the love of my life...he's purty durn amazing ('cept when he does things like this), and I'm purty durn lucky he's mine!
So, here's the story (it's much better from his perspective...so, I'll be including that too!):
It was my 21st birthday. I was out with some girlfriends, my big bro and my parents (and, if that sounds weird, you haven't met my parents. Which, ahem, I guess most of you haven't...).
We were at a local bar, hangin'...havin' some drinks...and I was quite impressed with myself at how "responsible" I was being on my 21st birthday.
Don't get me wrong...I did indulge...and I did celebrate...and I did have fun...but, I kept it under control (which, if you knew me back then...was somethin' to write home to mom about. Wait...that makes me sound crazy and out of control...which is totally not true...it's just that I...well...that I didn't know how to handle my alcohol!).
The first time I saw the Mr., I was shakin' my boo-tay on the dance floor...but let me digress.
The first time he saw me, he tells the story like this..."I looked up, and saw you walking down the stairs...and the time stopped...it was like slow motion..." (*collective "awwww"*)
(Picture a scene from BayWatch, when the girls all run in slo-mo in their swimsuits and big boobs while the guys ogle them...'cept...I wasn't in a swim suit, and...ah...didn't have big boobs...and no one was ogling me, but maybe the Mr.)
I think he even throws in a hair toss by me in his story, but I can't be sure.
Back to the dance floor. So, me and my girls, we're shakin' our stuff on the dance floor (and, I say "shakin'", 'cuz that's all I can do. I ain't got one drop of rhythm...not a one.), and I look up and see some guys standing on the perimeter...one of whom, is quite the looker.
And, another of whom is acting like a nincompoop and pointing and acting goofy so that I'll notice the hottie standing next to him.
Ah...yeah. Like it needed pointing and nincompoop acting...thanks, V., had already noticed!
I'm not sure how/what/when things transpired (hmmmmm...maybe I did have more to drink than I thought...), but the next thing I knew...I was dancing a slow dance with him.
Mr. Wonderful tells this part of the story like this, "V. was bein' all stupid and making a scene so you'd notice...but I knew once you laid your head on my shoulder (*interjection by me* 'really?! I did that?!!'), you were diggin' me."
So, last call comes around, and me, my bro and parents invite everyone (read: our group and the group containing the hottie who will come to be known as "Mr. Wonderful") back to my parent's house.
So, at my parents house, we're havin' a blast...laughing, talking (the whole group), laughing...and laughing...and my sweet Mr. (who I was, btw...totally diggin'...) thinks that I'm gonna like one of the other members of the group.
The stand-up comic...but, nope. Not my type! It was the sweet, quite, cute, and funny Mr. that had my fancy!
At the end of the night, I walk him upstairs...we're talking...he hugs me (*awwwww*) and says he'll call (certainly after the 3 day rule though, right?!)...while we're talking, hugging, exchanging numbers...his brother is outside.
Writing his name in the snow. His name, as in Mr. Wonderful's name. Writing as in peeing.
Yes...his brother wrote "Mr. Wonderful" in the snow at my parents (well, not actually Mr. Wonderful, but, you know...his real name...)...I thought that was actually quite hilarious!
And the rest, my friends, is history!
Or...well...actually...the rest is a story for another day! ;)
Looking forward to reading your stories!!