With only two months until our wedding day, I thought it would be neat to share how J and I met.
J and I do not really have a typically meeting story, or maybe we do. I don’t know, it’s different than any other guy I dated in the past, which might be why it worked out – again, I do not know. I’m thinking too much into it. All I know is that I love telling the the first time we met story. J likes to tell the how we met story, but the other one is my favorite part.
We first met at a local bar on the South Side of Springfield on a Friday night. J was new in town and had a few friends visiting from St. Louis. I was going out with my roommate to meet up with another friend for a birthday party. J’s friend from out of town asked to buy me and a friend a drink and no offense to him, he was not my type. I know they always say don’t judge a book by its cover, but it was hard. The V-neck shirt, glaring white teeth as in Ross from Friends in the episode where he bleaches his teeth so white that they glowed in a black light kind of white. He was just not for me and I was tired, so I politely turned down the offer. My friend took him up on it and so then they decided to introduce me to J. J was feeling pretty good that night, if you know what I mean. He doesn’t remember meeting me and all I remember is this horrible dancer who looked like he would be in a lot pain the next day
Fast forward to the next day when J’s friend and my friend conspired to meet up while downtown. After a night of dancing with my date the five us decided to head to the local Steak-N-Shake for some grub. I started talking to J who was in much better shape than the night before. We talked about food, the bootheel of Missouri, which will always hold a soft place in my heart. I decided that he was pretty decent and much better than my actual date, so I tried to be cool by asking for his number to go to breakfast one morning at the local hot spot.
Two weeks went by and my friend asked for his number to go out with us that night. I decided to beat her to the punch and texted him first… I was so slick! He was busy or had to get up early the next day, I don’t really remember his reasoning, but I called him boring and that started the conversation from there.
He finally asked me to dinner on a Monday night, he picked me up in his shiny, red truck and we headed out for steak. We talked, laughed, and he wasn’t completely turned off by my mess-of-a-bathroom when he dropped me off, but still texted me again – whew!
That was it, we had a few moments of uncertainty along the way or really I had one moment and the thought of J not being around was enough to end that moment quickly. Now he were are 2 months until the big day when I become his wife.
I cannot wait for the next few months to get here. But I do not want to miss out on any of our time right now. I have been keeping all of the little knick-knacks during our engagement in hopes of creating a journal.