So, since our anniversary is coming up, I think I might just be nauseating this week leading up to it, and share some things about how we met and got together and whatnot. Oh don’t worry, I’m not going to get too mushy, there’s just going to be a bunch of pictures and Paint drawings. weee!
I had a boyfriend. New temp at work made me do a double-take, in a this-guy-is-gonna-be-important kind of way. When I stupidly came to work with a fever, he brought me soup (so what if my mothering co-worker asked him to do it and even gave him money for it; he put it into my hands and said, “you should probably go home..?”). Before his temp stint ended, I told him he was being adopted into my group of friends whether he liked it or not. He liked it.
First time I invited him to hang out, was when a kinda-sorta ex-boyfriend of mine was randomly in town and I decided it would be a really good idea to get him together with my then-boyfriend and some of my friends, to go out on the town in DC. I really, really, REALLY wish I could share some of the pictures from that night, but they are mostly all of us looking sweaty and drunkenly dancing, and my then-bf looking pissed. This picture below is blurry enough that nobody should mind that I’m sharing it (right?).. zp is just like “well this is the weirdest night of my life,” and you can probably guess the grumpy guy in the foreground is the then-bf.* The past-ex is out of the frame and he’s probably glad.
Fast-forward a few months, boyfriend and I “went on a break” (the plan: see other people for 3 months, get back together. seemed so logical at the time). At first zp was all “aww I’m sorry friend. I’m here for you!” and then a few weeks later he was all, “to heck with that guy, date me!” And I did.
So then I had to very awkwardly break up with someone who had sorta-kinda already broken up with me but wanted to get back together. I do not recommend anyone put themselves into this situation.
I do recommend secretly dating someone for a few weeks though. This picture is from the day Zach sprained his ankle playing badminton with my friends, and even though he could barely walk he came with us to hike at Great Falls. Nobody knew we were secretly holding hands when they weren’t looking! Sorry frnds!
Fast-forward a few more months, I make him meet my whole family at a bbq celebrating my sisters and their graduate degrees (well one graduate degree, one transition to a doctoral program – either way it’s obvious my sisters stole all the brains in our gene pool).
I will avoid the mushy explanation of this drawing I did, below, of a moment we had on the beach during that trip. You can read into it what you will.
I’ll give you a hint. In our heads it was more like this.
*this poor guy. please don’t make fun of him! I dated him for 2 years and he was nice. he just had a bad day (and umm, I put him in a really awk situation haha).