How We Met.

If you aren't into reading mushy posts, you might want to just move on, friends.

Just warnin' ya.

I am missing John hard core this week. It's only a short while longer and he'll be home (but probably not for long), and then I'll be on summer break from teaching and can join him on some travels.



I digress.

The other day my mom and sister came for a visit (they live about an hour and a half north of where we live). While walking Stephanie and mom through some of my most recent home projects, Steph noticed a small photo I have framed in our master bedroom's reading room.



It's nothing fancy, see...


But this photo, taken in July of 2007, is very important to me. It's a photo from the day John and I met. We are both in the photo, unbeknownst to both of us, and it was taken before we actually met each other later in the afternoon.

The red dots in the photo below mark us.


And yeah, John is just a speck in the background. 

But still. 

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My day started out like any other. I was working as a bartender (my occupation of choice while in college and my first year of teaching) and my bar was hosting an outdoor blues music event. I was in charge of a beer tub in the afternoon and would move indoors in the evening to cocktail waitress until 2 a.m.

Of course, working a beer tub at an outdoor live music event is fuuuuunnnnnnn, people. I was gettin' my tip on and was chattin' up the event-goers, when one of my girlfriends and fellow beer tub ladies mentioned the serious hotness of the opening band's guitar player.

I was checkin' out the guitar player, but he didn't really do it for me. My eye was on the bass player. (If you guess the bassist was John, you'd be correct.) A few hours later I asked another beer tub girl if she would walk up close to the stage to see if John was wearing a wedding ring. When she reported back that he appeared to be single, I was ready to mingle.

As it turns out, one of my good friends and regular customers (Aaron) was also John's childhood best friend and buddy to this day. When I saw John and Aaron chatting during a band break, I knew I had to make a move. I had no idea that John and Aaron knew each other, but because I was pretty comfortable with Aaron I had enough courage (and a reason) to approach John.

I grabbed some mardi gras beads and made my way through the crowd with a tray of jello shots. As I was passing out beads and selling shots, I finally approached Aaron and John. Awkwardly (and I mean very awkwardly), I flashed a flaky smile and in the most un-smooth manner ever I placed a string of beads around John's neck and said, "I think you're cute."

Yep.

That was my pick up line.

"I think you're cute."

I'll give you a moment to laugh.

...

I'm mortified even recalling the dorkiness of that sentence. Mortified.

But you know what John said back (after he stopped laughing)?

"I think you're cute, too," he whispered.

At this point Aaron was crackin' up. I mean like slappin' his knee, snortin' while he was laughin', gasping for air. Clearly, he could foresee this was an awkward match made in heaven.

I didn't know what to do after that, so I muttered something stupid about seeing him around later, and continued through the crowd with the mardi gras beads and jello shots.

I thought I totally blew my chances with John when a few hours later my manager asked me to go get cleaned up to work my evening cocktail waitress shift inside the bar. I was bummed. I knew John and the other musicians would stay outside and watch the rest of the show, and I would be stuck inside with all of the hip hoppers who wanted to shoot pool and give fifty-cent tips.

As I sulked inside the bar for about an hour, I started to feel that sense of female empowerment. You know what I'm talkin' about, ladies. That moment where you're all, "Screw him! I'm, like, so much better than him anyway. Whatever!"

Just as I was picking my pride from the sticky bar floor, none other than Mr. John Lane, bass musician, walked through the door.

Again, I. Was. Mortified.

What the hell was I going to do now? Think of another smooth pick up line? Pshhhhh. Right.

Luckily I didn't have to think too quickly. John walked up to the bar, sat down, ordered a beer, and struck up a casual conversation with yours truly.

I can't even tell you what we talked about. It wasn't awkward, but it wasn't spectacular. I recall thinking that he was a nice guy, but nothing more. In fact, I wasn't really interested in him. (I was more of a girl who liked to chase boys, not be chased.)

The next few weeks weren't very memorable. I know that sounds terrible. Don't judge me. We went on our first date about two weeks after we met that night. He took me out for a beer and dinner.

On his motorcycle.

Swoon.

Then, we went on a few more dates. Still, I wasn't very romantically interested in him. Conversely, I was a poor, hungry college student and needed to eat. He paid for the meals.

Don't. Judge. Me.

After a while, I realized that this man was different than any other man I had ever encountered. They say women date men like their fathers. In some ways John is like my dad, but in many ways he is totally and completely different.

John opened doors for me.

He made eye contact with me while we spoke and listened intently.

He treated me like a lady. (Definitley something I didn't deserve, since I wasn't acting like one.)

He was head-over-heels for me.

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I like to say that John 'broke me down' to where I couldn't resist his advances any longer, so I agreed to finally be his girlfriend. If that's true, then it would only be fair to admit that when it came to getting engaged, it was I who 'broke him down' to pop the question. Perhaps our two versions of how we made it official will always differ.

That's the best part about telling our story.

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Fast forward to today, nearly seven years later. We're married. We own a beautiful home. We have two kick ass dogs. We love our life that we've built together. I no longer bartend, I'm transitioning out of teaching, and John is achieving more success with his work every day.

And Aaron?

He was John's best man in our Tuesday night wedding at our local art gallery. He is still a great friend to us both.

Do I still think John is cute?

Of course.

...

Over and out.



4 comments:

  1. Nothing better in this world than a true love story. God bless you both. : )

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  2. Awwww...great story! Thanks so much for sharing this on The HomeAcre Hop!

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