Thursday, February 12, 2009

B Mine Legends - Take 3: B-stings

Wow, this adventura is morphing every day!

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.
HELLO. B-sting.

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.

8 comments:

Wendyburd1 said...

Okay this story rocks and makes me want to know what happened NEXT!! I hope you tell us because right now I am thinking...WHY?!! That is alot of B stings!!:)

Musings of the Mrs. said...

I am loving reading your love story. Its inspiring. But I do have a question...did you guys ever get married in the temple? And if not, how do you deal with the constant bombarding of temple marriage at church? This has always been one of the reasons I feel that it would be hard to be LDS now that I married someone uninterested in the church. The constant "families are together forever" and the constant discussoin of temple marriage, when I doubt I will have one...just wondering.

Musings of the Mrs. said...

Yes...would love the link. Thanks for your message. I know that at some point I will need to go back to church because I can't help what I know is true. The struggle is when, and I will need to be very strong to do it (to handle all the frown-smiles).

devri said...

Oh you poor girl, b stings bite hard..

Heatherlyn said...

That is a GREAT story! You have a REAL love story. How fantastic is that for your kids? (Not to mention you two.)

Boy Mom said...

This is better than Twilight! Can't wait for tomorrow.

Boy Mom said...

This is better than Twilight! Can't wait for tomorrow.

Don and Susan Brady said...

I love this, I love reading your musings, I have a Valentine for you. Only you will understand the true meaning of this one. Top of my Blog

on marriage

'Will you, um, marry me?' I haven't seen you in weeks! You don't look happy or excited about the prospect of our marriage! You're asking me to give up my - my freedom, my joie de vivre for an institution that fails as often as it succeeds? And why should I marry you anyway? I mean, why do you wanna marry me? Besides some bourgeois desire to fulfill an ideal that society embeds in us from an early age to promote a consumer capitalist agenda?