Thursday, February 14, 2013

Our Love Story-The Actual Version

This week I am participating in Oklahoma Women Bloggers "For The Love of Blogging" challenge.  Today's theme is love.

If Eric were telling our story of how we started dating, it would go like this.  “She bent over in Physics class and I thought she had a nice ass.”  The End.  That’s why he’s not telling the story.  I am. So here’s what happened.

I dropped a pencil and bent over to pick it up in Physics class and he thought I had a nice ass.  Alright that part's true.  He claims I did it on purpose.  I didn’t.  I can’t help it if I have a sensuous way of picking up a pencil.  It’s my curse.  Anyway, we did meet in Physics class in college.  We were lab partners.  Shortly after this incident he asked me out to lunch.  I said no.  I know, I know.  Right now this is sounding like a really horrible love story.  I promise it gets better.

So I said no.  Not because I didn’t want to.  I did.  It was because I was supposed to meet my friend and roommate for lunch that day.  I hoped he believed me and didn’t think I was just making excuses and we parted ways.  I went to the Union to meet my friend.  And I waited. And waited.  Finally, I gave up and got some food.  I sat down at a table by myself and started eating.  Then who should walk in but Eric. He looked in my direction and then turned around and walked out.  I panicked and gathered my things to go after him to explain myself, but I lost him.  Seriously, this story really does get better.

The next time I saw him in class I explained what happened.  He laughed and said he didn’t see me.  If you ask him about it now, he will claim that he did see me and tell you what an asshole I was. That’s because he’s a liar.  He did however ask me out again and I said yes.

He picked me up in his red Chevy Cavalier and we went to Spaghetti Warehouse and then bowling.  We recently had a disagreement if our first date was indeed at Spaghetti Warehouse.  It was.  He doesn’t know what he’s talking about and that’s why I’m telling the story here.

Either way, it doesn’t really matter.  What matters is that he asked me to marry him and I said yes.  What matters is that we have two crazy beautiful children together.  What matters is that I love him a little more everyday.

Happy Valentine’s Day, Eric.


  1. I love your version vs. his version! Fun read :)

  2. How fun! I told Brian no on more than one occasion and all for legitimate reasons. Great post!

  3. Such a good version of he says/she says. I bet most guy's versions of how their love story started is similar. Ha!

  4. So sweet! Loved both of the versions!

  5. LOVE story meeting my hubby is actually kinda similar, just wasn't brave enough to put all mine out there cause it DEFINITELY not made me look good LOL

  6. Haha. I love the two perspectives. Now I want to ask my husband to tell me about when we started dating to hear how his version goes.