Thanks for coming along on our journey of LOVE.
How it began?
Well, I was dating and frivolously hanging around with quite a few different men and boys, not appropriately I might add. I was rebellious, chaotic, and having the time of my life. I had freedom, I made up my own mind, I tried not to hurt anyone but somewhere inside I was aching for something that nothing I did was fulfilling.
My foster sister and I went to school, it was a great idea of hers; I just went along with it. I went into Office Systems, she Dental Assistant. One of her instructors became a good friend of ours. When school ended we began to hang out; movies, lunch, girl stuff.
One day our friend invited us up to her parents home, when we got there she introduced us to her brother; AWWWWW, my heart skipped a beat:
The Boy Next Door.
He was so handsome and boyish. He quickly said hello and ran off to move his yellow Mustang.
About a week later he called, I answered the phone,
he asked: Is Jen there?[WHAT!!! My sister, yes, he asked my sister out.]
My first B-sting... OUCH!
Well, the night that he came to pick her up she said,
"You can't be cute when he gets here."
I said, "Don't worry; He's a snob and a nerd, I don't want to be pretty."
SOOO I put my head in a wrap and cleaned the house until he showed up. I said to them both,
"Be home on time, be safe." And off they went.
When they left he asked my sister, "Was that your mom?" 2nd B-STING!
They dated for about 3 months. Every time they went out he was so specific with her. I would make fun of him.
He would call and his conversations would go like so:
Hello, I have a reservation at 6:30, it is approximately 17 minutes from your home so I will pick you up at 6:13. The movie begins at 8:10, we should arrive at the theatre by 7:57. I will have you returned home by 5 to 10. BORING!!!
I mean who calculates life to such a specification.
Well, my sister and I still had girls night with our friend, his sister, while she was dating him. Sometimes he would come along. I come to a point where I really like his company. He is a nice kid. But, being my sisters MOM, I always acted so uninterested in anything about him.
He pointed out that I fell asleep during movies, and SNORED, B-sting. He spoiled my sister, of course, B-sting.
He treated her with respect, B-sting.
Everything he did was so perfect, kind, thoughtful.
BUT, my sister wasn't that into him, B-STING.
Are you KIDDING?
Well, she got engaged to another boy she was dating.
Suddenly he was available to date. Did I want to? NO, WHY WOULD I!!!
I mean he picked her because he thought she was cuter.
B-sting.He picked her because I was too big of a flirt.
B-sting.When he picked her up he thought I was her MOTHER.
Well, as the world turned, so did the chance for us.
He called. He called and I was SOOOO OVER him.
I, like Charlie Brown and the girl with the red hair; I WAS OVER HIM SO THAT HE COULDN'T EVER BE OVER ME!!!
My red-headed Mr. B called me. He called and asked for me.
My sister said, "Yes, she's here." While I am dancing in the background saying TELL HIM I AM NOT HOME.
She then says, "Yes, she is available tonight."
I could have killed her.
I get on the phone and he says, "The symphony begins at 7pm, it takes approximately 15 minutes to park, walk and be in our seats. I would like to pick you up at 6:15. We could get ice cream afterwards and I will have you home by 10pm."
Are you kidding me??? I don't even go out until 10 pm. HOME BY TEN.
BORING!!!! The symphony....BORING.
This is going to kill me.
"Do I have to dress up?" Is all I say.
"Yes. That would be appropriate." He replys
Of course it would.
At this point I am clenching my teeth and fists at my sister.
I have a date with a nerd! B-sting!!!
Finally, after he picks me up he tells me he is so glad that I could go. He has to go to the symphony for a class he is taking, and write a paper on it. He asked every girl he knew, and even his boss if he could take his daughter. NO ONE ELSE WAS AVAILABLE.
I was the bottom of the barrel, his LAST thought. B-STING!!!!
And, after a few heated conversations while driving, controversial at best, a symphony that I tried not to snore through, a cone of ice cream and NOT EVEN A KISS GOODNIGHT, I shut the door and realize: Hmmm, I might want to marry him; he might be my boy next door.