A little lighter post today considering all the cancer and pharmaceutical drug posts from earlier this week! This post is about love and marriage, baby. And while the husband is usually off limits here on the blog, the story of how we met and our first date is a must! I’m linking up over at Chronically Distracted today (did you know I co-write Chronically Distracted? Yep, I do…so go spend some time over there and find out what to unbalanced moms are up to.) The writing prompt for this week is: write about the first date with the love of your life. So here we go:
I met my husband at a New Years Eve party. I was the third wheel of a friend and her boyfriend at the time. I was sick with a cold and hopped up on meds. But…it was New Years Eve and at the time there was nothing worse than spending the night with Dick Clark. So I went.
He was a guest at the party and we flirted over copious cans of Coors Light (stay classy, y’all). Remember, I was also taking some combination of cold and flu medicine. Woah, never mix people. I can only recall laying on the floor of the bathroom while everyone else smooched at midnight.
Fast forward a couple of weekends later to a Saturday night out with that same girlfriend. At her urging she said I should call my husband-to-be and tell him to meet up with us. After all, he did give me his number on New Years. I was worried though because I wanted to play coy. I knew he was special and I didn’t want to make the same mistakes I had made with all the other losers before him. But, I called. And he showed. We laughed and he drove me home where we sat on my parent’s couch and watched SNL. This though does not count in my book as our first date.
Our first actual date involved picking me up and taking me out to dinner. I remember not wanting to eat the garlic bread because WHAT IF there would be a kiss! I also remember him poking fun at our server’s name and saying that he was going to call her out on it – as if it was a fake name. I was horrified. First, not cool. Second, dude…she could totally spit in our food. He didn’t do anything of the sort. In fact, knowing my husband so well now, he’d never ever do anything like that. Thank God.
The evening indeed ended with a kiss on the front steps of my parent’s house. That was 15 years ago. Or maybe 16 years (honestly, I can never remember the year we met…it has to do with it being on New Years Eve!).
Come on over to Chronically Distracted and link up your own blog post of your first date! Or leave a comment below to tell me what a cute couple we are!