Love at first sight? Friends first and then more? How does it all work?
I can't say I fell in love at first sight, but I sure was excited when I saw my big hunk-a-burnin-love. He's the epitome of "tall, dark, and handsome" and he's a soccer fanatic to top it all off. How could any girl not wanna get with that? I mean...go on a wholesome date with such a fine gentlemanly specimen.
Pete and I knew of each other in high school. I knew him as the hunky soccer player that all the girls went after. He dated all the cheerleaders and was older and therefore already way cooler than me. Want to hear how he knew of me? Are you sure? I was the ultimate-super-hyperactive-nerd freshman that had braces and acted like a freak. No really. The first time he saw me I had my soccer hoodie on my head, with the sides pulled back behind my ears, while making golem noises and wide crazy eyes. Next time you're alone just try it. You put your hood on, pull the sides behind your ears so they stick out and it looks like you have no hair. Then make crazy faces. Friggin' hilarious. At least I thought I was, me and my old hyperactive best friend. How he still married me or wanted to step within a 10 mile radius after seeing me like that, no one really knows...
So we never really talked in high school. I was way too much of a freak and he was busy focusing on soccer and his mission and avoiding the creepy girl who made weird faces and thought she was funny. He served his mish in Argentina and when he came back I think he was just lookin' for lots of different girls to hang out with. He made the mistake of adding me on facebook and after I arched my eyebrow and made some crazy faces all confused-like I decided to write on his wall. As I was writing some fumbly awkward message "Heh...hey there...you're back from your mission...remember me? the freak?" I didn't even have to post it because HE messaged ME. WHAAAAAA??????
Anywho! To make a long story short, we began talking and finally decided to hang out. Since then we have been inseparable. Although we said the "L" word pretty fast and talked about marriage and kids and all that mushyness it took us a while to finally tie the knot. I was dead set on living up to my "I'm not getting married until I'm 26!" idea and made him wait quite a while. I said I wanted to live on my own and get more of my schooling done first, and he waited. Because he's perfect. Duh.
I guess I don't really know the exact moment we feel in love, or that I fell in love with him. Just while we were dating things felt different. He handled things differently than the guys I dated before. He was mature, and loyal, and...okay I'll say it again, he's pretty freakin perfect. He's was always there for me when I needed him most and made me want to be a better person. I remember literally feeling weak in the knees when we had our first kiss, just like in the movies!
Of course our relationship isn't or wasn't always sunshine and daisies like you guys get to hear about but we're there for each other when it matters. When things get tough, we stick together like...something super sticky! Like when duct tape sticks to itself, or molasses, or super-duper-oober-sticky glue. It's nice.
Sunburnt lovebugs.
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