| How we met...The story of us... |
| The Story: My hubby and I met in 1988 while attending Georgia College in Milledgeville ( I think the college has a new "fancy" name now, but that's not important). He was in Kappa Alpha, and I was an official "unofficial" Little Sister. We also hung out at some of the same places and had friends in common so it was inevitable that we meet. We never dated in college, but I must admit I did have a crush on him, and while working on the Yearbook Staff, I even "swiped" his photo negative... which I still have all these years later :o) I believe it was the beginning of 1990 when we both left, he to FL and I to IN. I kept in touch with a few people from Milledgeville and he did to, and so we always knew what was going on with one another through the grape vine, but never talked to each other directly again until 1996...from that point on we kept in contact with each other directly through IM and on-line RPGs. Occasionly we would see each other at functions (when we were on dates with other people lol!). We were both ALWAYS seeing someone (although, save for a select few, they were all a waste of time and energy). We started "talking" in 2000...he would call me and ask me all kinds of questions about what I thought about families, how children should be raised...etc...I didn't pay any attention to it though, I thought he was just getting a girls opinion on his thoughts. He kept inviting me over (to help me work on my on-line RPG characters), but it was a year before I finally showed up....and that's where the story really gets interested, so of course I can't tell you any of that! But to make a long story short, we started dating on July 6th, 2001 and he proposed on Nov. 28th at 2:40 in the morning. I have to tell you about the proposal. The idiot pretended to break up with me earlier on in the evening and I was really upset, but told him that it was ok, that he couldn't help it if he didn't love me,that we can't control our hearts, and I went to bed crying.....he goes for a walk and comes back in and comes into the bedroom and crawls into bed. After several minutes of very uncomfortable silence he asks me how to spell "syke". I'm laying there thinking, "What is this guy DOING? Who cares...." But because I'm odd, I'm laying there thinking, "Gosh, how DO you spell it? Is it sIke or sYke...". Then he tells me to get up he wants to show me something and he takes me out onto the back porch and says,, "I noticed while taking my walk how beautiful the night is tonight. I know you like looking at the night sky to I thought you'd like to see it". I'm looking up at the sky thinking of how beautiful it is here in the country and thinking to my self, "I'll never again see the night sky from this porch" and then I started to cry again (not big sobs, just lonely tears sliding down my face in a slow river.....) Then he crosses his arms across his chest and tells me in a commanding voice, "I've decided to marry you" and I said, "What?", and then I understood his sick twisted joke (of wanting to break up with me) and I swear for one moment I was torn between hugging him or pushing him down the stairs (our back porch is on the second floor). Thankfully I hugged him and here we are today :P UPDATE 2004: He has finally realized what a crappy proposal that was and told me he is going to think about it and on our anniversary he's going to REpropose and "make it right", that's so sweet! UPDATE 2005: I'm STILL waiting on that wonderful REproposal........ |
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