My sophomore year of college, Eric got my number from one of his friends who knew my dad. When he called to ask me out, he suggested that we just meet for lunch and call it a date. That way, if we didn't end up liking each other we wouldn't be obligated to spend any further unwanted time together. Okaaaay. I wanted to know more about what I was getting myself into, so before we hung up the phone I asked him a couple of routine questions: "Where are you from? What's your major?" etc... When Eric told me he was from Preston, I immediately conjured up the image of buck teeth and Wranglers. Dang! Then I learned he was a Chemistry major. Great. A GEEK from Preston. Double Dang. Too late to retract my date agreement? Yes. My dad had always taught me to be nice. Plus, our lunch would be at Chili's, and I knew I could endure anything if it meant a free chicken sandwich.
On our first date...
-We had on the exact same shoes. (the Dr. Martens with the clunky soles)
-I ate more than Eric did.
-He told me that he wanted to be a professional snowboard instructor (check, please.)
- I made fun of him (for the previous remark, as well as other things.)
-He made fun of me for being a cheerleader (nice try, Eric- but I know that's why you asked me out in the first place:)
-Over chips and salsa, I decided that he wasn't too unpleasant to look at.
-I passed on dessert. Not because I didn't want it, but because Eric didn't. And I knew there was a box of glazed doughnuts waiting for me at home.
Over the next few dates...
-I ate prior to going out with Eric so as not to appear piggish again
-He was offended that I didn't hold on to him when we went four wheeling, even though he purposefully took the most trecherous trails.
-He accused me of being "very difficult to date". Me? Difficult? And yet he kept asking me out. Interesting.
-I later learned that "difficult" meant "hard to read". I just call it 'hard to get'.
And that is how it all began. Here's to a decade with the Guy from Preston, who incidentally does not have buck teeth and has never worn Wranglers!
Love you, E!
I have this clear vision of your first date. Wow....I don't blame you a bit for falling for that cowboy.
ReplyDeleteYes, and while all that was going on in your head, we were crossing our fingers and praying mightily. We're happy it worked out too!
ReplyDeleteDifficult to date, huh? Yeah, I can see that. You're a little mysterious:) but wicked funny. Good thing you and Eric got together though, you guys make some gorgeous little girls.
ReplyDeleteI remember the days of your courtship, I'd never seen Eric quite so confused over a girl.
ReplyDeleteAny relationship that begins at Chili's is off to a great start. It's a magical place! Buck teeth and Wranglers.... oh my. I'm sure you were relieved:)
ReplyDeleteIt's true that we were praying for Eric, he was, after all, becoming a menace to society. Sadly, David has surpassed that point. I never knew much about your dating. Eric is rather elusive regarding details. Glad you took him Wranglers and all.
ReplyDeleteHi Becky! Wow - are your girls gorgeous or what?!! Seriously. Now that I have a girl myself, this world is just a little scarier. That story above about your daughter's pretend time was really cute, but really I am terrified for Annabelle to grow up! Your "How we met" story was too cute. Doesn't time fly? We will celebrate 11 years on Saturday. Can't believe it. Anyway, If you need more cute girly bows for those girly girls of yours, check out my website: www.bowtiquechic.com :)
ReplyDeleteThanks for saying hi!
~Jenny