Love Story

In lieu of my usual Wednesday Things post today, I’m debuting my beautiful new look and name for my blog! I’ve created lots of new pages (check out the links and menu on the top!) and created a new name that allows my blog to be more of a self-brand. I’m also creating a fabulous banner/logo, Facebook page, and buttons for sponsoring! Keep an eye out for the finished product.

Today, enjoy one of my new pages, dedicated to My Love Story! (Cue the mush)

IMG_5068

This man is the love of my life.

His name is Luke (also sometimes known on here as L) and, yes, he is genuinely named after Luke Skywalker.

And this is how we met.

Long ago, in a galaxy far, far away…

Wait, no, that’s not it.

Our first interaction is one I definitely remember every moment of, but L doesn’t even remember me from.  It was a party that one of our mutual friends was hosting. After some time with the usual fun of Apples to Apples and other games, some one had the idea to go outside. Somehow, we ended up playing this dumb camp game where everyone gets in a circle and puts their hands in the middle in a jumble. The goal is to grab a random hand, and then everyone has to work together to get untangled and ultimately end up in a circle with everyone holding hands. I hate this game. But L was playing. Therefore, I jumped right in for the chance to hold his hand. Despite my efforts to deliberately grab his hand in the beginning instead of a random one, I was not successful.

143137

The next time we ran into each other, it was at yet another friend’s open house. All of us teenage kids hung out for a bit and then everyone decided to get up and go to Steak N Shake for dinner. When I stood up, I realized I was now taller than one of my good guy friends.

“Is there no one left that’s taller than me?”  I exclaimed. And, to my utmost joy, a handsome voice responded behind me.

“Helllllooo.”

I whipped around and L was standing right there, a good 4 or 5 inches taller than I am – which is an amazing thing because I’m very tall myself “Hi! Wanna be my friend?” (Wow, I’m such a nerd).

“Of course!” he said.

We sat at the same table at dinner and got along famously.

9787_10201164174923515_535705197_n2

Our third meeting was yet another get together at a restaurant that’s always open late. At this point, I totally knew I wanted this boy and I flirted shamelessly. We talked about science fiction shows and  I found an excuse to write a list of my favorites for him to watch, and I ended the list with my phone number.

Because L is just soooooo smooth, he read over the list, and asked out loud in front of everyone, “Is this your phone number??”

That was definitely a moment. After we all left the restaurant, Luke had texted me before we even left the parking lot and we texted up a storm for the next couple months. However, the texting did slow and we hadn’t talked much lately when we met for the fourth time.

IMG_3373IMG_3375

Our fourth meeting (the third one he remembers) is the instance that, if you asked either of us, was the moment we both new we really liked each other. We were inseparable, I tried that lame put-my-hand-weirdly-next-to-him-doing-nothing thing hoping he’d make the move and hold it (spoiler: he didn’t).

After this, we knew we had to spend more time together. We started going on dates, and five years later, we’re getting married on May 4th, 2014. (National Star Wars Day… What else?)

IMG_5098

You can read about how he proposed here.

These might be for you.

My personal notes to a potential suitor:

#1: Music is a huge part of my life. I will introduce you to my favorite artists. And I will be looking for some indication of what you think. If you love it, let me know. If you don’t, tell me why.

#2: Please dance with me. =] Goofily(?) and all other kinds of dancing. Don’t worry, I suck at it, too.

#3: A lack of respect towards me is a deal-breaker. No excuses.

#4: It’d be totally awesome if you would be all about holidays with me. Including National Get Over It Day. (March 9th)

#5: Please let me vent. And, if you disagree with me, please let me finish ranting before you say that you can see the other side. If you make an argument for the opposite side while I’m ranting, it’ll probably just start a fight.

#6: Please, please don’t close off. Especially during an argument. Let’s always talk, okay?

#7: Do not text me 24/7. Everyday? Sure, I’m down with that. But let me get to sleep at a reasonable hour. Let me go to school. And don’t freak if it takes me a little while to respond. I have a life.

#8: Be okay with no PDA. Holding hands is fine, but let’s not ever be attatched at the hip.

#9: Honesty is an absolute must. It’s a core value for me, so I hope it is for you, too. Don’t be the type to just tell me what you think I want to hear.

#10: Yes, I probably would prefer to buy the book as opposed to borrowing it from the library.

#11: Please don’t be one of those people who freak out about their picture being taken. I think you’re cute. And bad pictures happen to even the best of us. A picture is only embarrassing if you choose to be embarrassed by it. And you are not any picture of you. If necessary, and in those situations where you really don’t want your picture taken (I have those, too), please be mature about it and respond by saying something like, “honey, please not today. We’ll get pictures together some other time, okay?” as opposed to freaking out. Or you could suggest a compromise: Let me take a couple pictures in return for letting you pick the next movie we watch or having me pay for dinner sometime.

#12: On that note, if a compromise is to be made, let’s specify at the moment it is being suggested what the conditions are for each party. Don’t hold it over my head that I owe you something.

#13: One word: HYGIENE!

#14: Please don’t ever feed me. It’s so awkward. For me and everyone else.

#15: Drive me places, but I’d like to drive sometimes, too.

#16: I can pretty much guaruntee that I’ll try to imitate the way you talk. I do that. Please find amusement in it and don’t get offended. I don’t do it to mock you; I love linguistics.

#17: Please, no buzz-cuts.  Have hair.

#18: Please be a fellow musician. But if you are, don’t be critical or try to give me lessons unless I ask you for it.

#19: Be a real man – Love God.

#20: I would absolutely love it if you made “your face” jokes with me. =]  And if you remember that I like Chuck Norris jokes.

#21: If you interacct well with kids, I’ll melt.  =]

 

 

 (inspired by this)