Forgive the lovey-dovey, possibly over-share that is this post but I'm filled with alot of love today and was remembering how this perfect man came into my life and I thought I'd better write it down while it's fresh.
I have known my husband since I was 18. I met him through a mutual best friend. I thought at the time that he was much older than me because he was very calm and very sure of himself, which is something you don't typically see in a 20 year old manchild. I would see him every now and then at hangouts or events and he always had girls around him, laughing at what he was saying or listening to him play the guitar or watching him crochet (dreamy right?). I was not the cutest thing at the time, not very sure of myself and going through the typical high school life crisis. A few years later I began going to a new Starbucks to study and he was a barista there. At the time the surfer look was very much in and he had the long wavy black hair with the side burns and he appealed to every part of me that was obsessed with The OC. He would take his breaks and come sit at the table with me, give me free drinks and pastries and tell me about his girlfriend and how things were a little rough, I was also in a relationship so I just assumed he was venting to a non-threatening third party and never thought more of it. Sadly one day I showed up at Starbucks and didn't see his forest green stickered up '95 Pathfinder in the lot. I asked the other baristas where he was and they said he got transferred because he was starting school in Davis. So a whole year passed without seeing his beautiful face and then fate intervened. I ended up going to Davis and moving out there knowing very few people. I had lost touch with my best friend that had introduced me and Dan in the beginning and luckily he too was at Davis, so I reached out to him and rekindled our friendship which led me to inquire "so what's Dan been up to?" turned out we were in the same major, so I looked him up on facebook and asked about the classes he was taking. He was kind enough to meet me in the quad one day to bring me his old textbooks. So this wasn't the moment I fell in love but it was when I realized I had a chance. I was sitting on a bench looking around waiting for him and then I saw him across the way on his skateboard weaving through people and I was once again all about him. He sat with me on the bench and we talked and joked for about an hour before I had to go to class, he didn't seem to want to leave which to me was AWESOOOOOME. The following quarter to my unbelievable luck, we had a class together. We were sorta awkward at first, thinking it too forward to save each other seats but eventually we warmed up. When one of us would miss class we'd text the other. We had a discussions class where we both got in trouble for signing the other person in when they were absent. It was a genuine friendship budding and every now and then I'd sneak in a "head on the shoulder" or a knee-to-knee graze but I couldn't figure out if he liked me or was just nice. One class we were discussing how my hair was too big to fit in any hats, he invited me over to measure my head and pick some yarn and he'd make one for me. I was a little ehhhh because that just sounds like a sex trap, right? But it wasn't, it was me and this dreamboat sitting in his room, crocheting and listening to music. My husband is a Baha'i and I've known many guys in college who say they are strong in their beliefs and then turn around and do some heinous stuff. Not this guy. He was so rooted in his morals and in his faith, he couldn't have been more of a gentleman if he tried. For the remainder of the quarter Dan would walk me out of class everyday and sit with me at the bus stop until my boss came and then he'd walk home. Some days we'd stay there until the last bus came just so we could talk. For whatever reason when the quarter ended so did this little love affair. I didn't want to be pushy or look desperate so I didn't reach out to him and he was thinking the same. The following quarter around midterms time I was about to sit down for my test when I realized I didn't have a scantron. I took off for the student store and while I'm panting and panicking speed-walking there I see this tall, tan, deep v-neck, beanie wearing piece of art walking by eating pizza. Having forgotten all about my test I stopped and hugged him. I made fun of him for his shirt being so low (and so hot) and asked him why he was such a bad friend for not keeping in touch to which he asked the same. I told him that if I did good on my test I'd take him out for being my good luck charm. After bombing my test I texted him and asked if he'd like to hang out after school that Thursday. This is when my life changed.
We met at the bus stop after school and he wanted to take me to this frozen yogurt place I'd never been to right off campus, we walked there and hung out out front for a while talking. He then wanted to show me the schools arboretum after I told him how much I loved trees. We walked there and found a picnic table nestled in the woods and sat there joking about all the graffiti on it. We talked on this bench for hours, starting sitting across from each other and ending with my head resting on his knee. We talked about everything we could think of and eventually how I had just started eating fish and love fish tacos. He said he knew where the best ones were and took me to the restaurant (where he later gathered all our friends and family for a surprise proposal). The tacos were not the best, but as soon as his debit card came out I realized that this went from a hangout to a date and I couldn't believe my life. After dinner we went back to his apartment where our friends were and watched The Office which we continued to do every Thursday until we were engaged (and Michael Scott left). We had a few more "real" dates after that before he gave me a rose down on one knee and asked me to be his gf (which he re-created when asking me to be his wife).
All of this came to me as he was leaving the house this morning. We still make-out like we're dating, it doesn't have to lead to anything, it just is what it is. We want to kiss as long and as much as possible to make up for all the time we missed. I'm so lucky to be able to love and be loved by the man of my dreams.
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