Q/A: T and I

Erica asked: Have you ever told the story of how you and T met and fell hopelessly in love and decided to make adorable babies?

I think I told the story here once a long time ago, but basically T and I totally met in a club/bar.  *Insert club beat here.*

The Reader's Digest version is that he danced over, asked my friend M and me if we wanted a drink, we said "no," he stayed near us, we danced away.  I remember thinking he looks nice and is cute in his glasses, but HO HO HO have I been taken in by that before.  Well, no more, Friend.

Later, as M and I were getting our coats on, he came over and gave me his business card.  (Feel free to snicker here.  I usually do.  Homeboy was handing out business cards at the club.  Heh.)  He asked for my number and I didn't know if he was Crazytown or not and Listen-up, I-don't-you-so-you-don't-need my-home-number, so I told him--didn't write it down--my work number, complete with four-digit extension.

That was Saturday.  I threw his card away on Sunday morning.  Tuesday rolled around and he called me at work.  Impressive! 

He called and asked me out to dinner for that Saturday night and I said "yes" but that I would meet him there since I had a shower to go to right before.  Really it was the Again, I-don't-know-you-and-I-don't-want-to-get-in-the-car with-you-lest-you-chop-me-up-and-put-me-in-a-baggie.

Stranger Danger.  My mother would be so proud.  ("Make good choices, K!"  I crap you not.)

As the week went on, I thought about cancelling but a gal needed to eat and he let me choose the place.  I bought a new skirt, but I had a coupon. 

I met him there, arriving almost 15 minutes early because I didn't remember what he looked like.  Brown, with glasses, perhaps an accent but the club had been loud?  Anyway, that was all I had and it wasn't much.  I needed to arrive early so that T could come up to me. 

We sat down and ate and he was jolly and funny and laughed easily and had shiny white chompers and the date was sealed as Great when we both encouraged/enabled the other person to order dessert. 

We went and listened to jazz afterwards and he kissed me on the cheek when we said "goodbye."  I hoped he'd call again and he did.  For three and a half years.

We later had our wedding rehearsal dinner at the restaurant where we first met and that was eight years ago this month.

It's been a good eleven years.