Friday, May 7, 2010

How I met your father (part 3)

That was the phone call that changed everything. I knew this was it. I fell into every cliche. He "completed" me. He was my other half. He was the cheese to my macaroni. Love at first sight? Not exactly, more like second glance.

That's pretty intense stuff, right? So I did what everyone in my situation would do (no, probably not) and I went on a date with his arch nemesis. (But not because Mr B didn't like him. I just wanted to get dating out of my system.) Mr B terrified me. I was afraid of him because I knew that once I committed to him and that relationship it was the one. I was 19. And a hostess at Fridays! I was not ready for Mr B. He came out of no where, swept me off of my feet (once he kicked that girlfriend to the  curb), and completely rocked my world. Lord have mercy, Mr B was (& still is!) incredible.

I just wasn't ready for him.

Yes, I know. This is the part of the story where it becomes a walking contradiction. In the beginning, I called him. I pursued him. Then when the tables were turned and he pursued me, I ran. I played games. I have no excuses for the way I acted.

I went on one date with his nemesis, S. I missed Mr B like crazy the whole time. I wanted to be out with him. I wanted to be laughing at Mr B's lame jokes instead of talking to S. I missed Mr B more than I thought I should of at that point. We weren't even officially "together" and I missed him? I was texting Mr B while I was out with S.

On my way home I stopped by Mr B's house. That's the night we became a couple. That's the night I knew I was about to step on the roller coaster ride of a lifetime. It's also the night I knew I was in love with him. But more on that later, k?


  1. I am anxious to hear more! What a fun idea to post this in phases!