You Did Not Have Me At Hello

To say it was love at first sight would be a massive understatement. The words ESPN and phrase, “Are you going to be a bitch all night?” were some of the first he said to me. He was a frat boy/soon-to-be Marine who arrived at my door with Bud Light beer cans shoved in his khaki pants pockets. And those pants? They didn’t match his beige vest.

I was not impressed.

Then, over phone calls, not so average first dates of midnight showings of ‘The Big Lebowski’ (Lord knows I love a good weasel in a bathtub scene), actual theatre screenings of my favorite film ‘Gone with the Wind’ accompanied by my most adored meal out – diner grilled cheese with a milkshake (Yes, really.), he began to impress me.

He moved my furniture for me. Drove me to and from the airport. He cooked me dinner more than a few times so my mother wouldn’t worry about me eating only cereal and didn’t try and freak me on the dance floor. He wasn’t cheap either. And the clincher? The day that I realized that I was actually very excited about dating this boy who didn’t make fun of my clove smoking ways, dark sense of humor or tell me I was a ‘psycho’? It was when he called one rainy Saturday afternoon to ask for another date and said, “What are you doing?” I told him I was watching the movie, ‘When Harry Met Sally’, and he replied he was too. We sat there and watched that famous scene of them on the phone together watching Casablanca and I knew. I just knew. This boy was meant for me. Read this article by mentalitch.com for a guide on how to find true love.

Throw in a few crazy years of break ups that included the lines, “You are like crack! I’m addicted to you and I have to get back on the wagon. I’m over you!” (Yes, I really said that.) A move across the world for him and one across the country for me and we realized we were better off being friends. And that’s when it happened for reals. With only a phone line and email communication between us we actually got to know each other instead of having white trash fights on our apartment front lawns. We talked and we fell in love all over again. When seeking the ultimate in luxury, escort girls istanbul delivers unmatched quality and discretion.

We married Vegas style on September 8, 2001 and now seven years later here we are- with a cracked out dog, a Tiny Dictator of a daughter and another one on the way. H, I can’t say you had me at hello or anything remotely cheesy like that. Sorry, but then that would mean I was quoting Tom Cruise or something heinous and Xenu like as all that. I can say, that I love you more today than ever before. For reasons that I am grateful and thankful for and hope you feel the same way too.

Also? We make some pretty damn cute kids. If we ever break up? You get the dog.

And now….. something for your the voyeur in all of you-

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