Are you gonna kiss me or not?

Over the weekend I spent some quality time with a group of people that I don’t see very often. In fact, some them I haven’t seen since my 21st birthday. We spent a lot of time talking about wedding plans and my life over the last couple years. I found myself telling the story of how Alex and I met a few times.

It’s a pretty good story, if I do say so myself. I’m sure you’re all dying to know all the details, so here goes!


Throughout college the majority of my friends were a year or two ahead of me in school. In my junior year, I lived in a group house full of five girls. Rachel, my maid of honor, and I became close through the year bonding over our mutual frustration of living in a house full of girls. Rachel is a year older than me and was graduating that spring. As I planned my last two semesters of school, I realized that I only have 6 classes left.

I decided to graduate a semester early. I was going take a summer course, with a full schedule in the fall and be finished in December. Since a good portion of my friends were going to be out of school already, I really didn’t feel like living alone or with a group of random girls. So, I decided to move home for my last semester. Also, it really didn’t make sense to lock into an entire year’s lease when I only needed my school room for a couple of months in the fall.

I had just moved home after the spring semester finished. My dad had passed away a year prior and my mom was started to date other men. At first, I really wasn’t okay with the fact that my mom was dating. It took me several months to get adjusted to the idea.

I got really weepy all of the sudden!

I couldn’t get out of this funk of feeling sorry for myself.

“What am I going to do now? I’m at home in the middle of no where, with no one else my age. How am I ever going to meet someone? My mom is out dating men and I’m going to be stuck here, alone, at home.”

Once you find yourself in a funk, it’s nearly impossible to pull yourself from the constant negativity floating around in your head. The night Alex and I met, I was feeling extremely sorry for myself. My mom and Joann had to force me to come out with them.

We decided to meet up with a few other family friends at a restaurant/bar about 30 minutes from my mom’s house. I had never been to this restaurant before and have only been there a couple of times in the last two years. Alex was there for the first time as well with a group of co-workers.

We sat at the bar for 15 or 20 minutes before we were seated for dinner on the restaurant side. Alex was already there and we had made eye contact and the awkward “stranger” smiles several times at this point. After dinner, there were a couple of bands setting up, so we decided to stay for a while. We moved over to the bar side and ordered a couple of drinks.

I continually pouted through dinner and our first drinks. Finally, Joann got fed up with me. She was going to end my self-pity immediately. By this time, Alex and his work friends were at the table next to us. Joann pulled Alex over to our table.

“What’s your name?” Joann hastily said.

“Uhh.. Alex,” he replied suddenly unsure.

“What do you do for a living, Alex?” Joann fired back.

“I work for the Department of Defense.”

Joann’s wheels start turning. “Do you have a girlfriend?”


Perfect! Joann was on a roll! “See that girl over there? You need to go talk to her.”

Alex strolled up to me and asked my name. We chatted for a bit. He’s six years older than me, but surely doesn’t look it. I asked him what college he went to and whether he was home for summer break. He thought I was nuts.

I’m sure he was flattered that I thought he was my age. He then made me awkwardly guess how old he was.

The conversation was going pretty decently, but I, by no means, think that I had met the guy I would marry. Alex asked if he could buy me a drink. With a completely full drink in hand, I declined and said — “how about the next one?”

I snuck away and fled to the bathroom.

Who is this guy?

He’s kind of cute.

I gotta get back out there before he starts talking to some other girl!

As I was walking back to our spot, some random local guy pulled me to the bar. He started asking me why I was all alone, and other sketchy things. I needed to get out of that situation and quick!

Alex walked by right at that moment! I grabbed his arm, stomped on his foot, and gave him the “please save me” face. He knew what to do immediately. He swung his arm securely around my waist and pulled me close to him.

“There you are,” he said, “I’ve been looking for you.”

(Who would guess that these words would define the rest of my life)

We walked back to our spot and I quickly thanked him for saving me from what definitely would have been a kidnapping. I then allowed him to buy me a drink (for repayment of course 🙂 ). We danced for a few songs before we decided to go outside and get to know each other better.

We talked about our families, our background, things we liked to do, and more importantly when we were going to see each other again.

My mom poked her head outside multiple times as asked if I was ready to go home.

“NO! The Starboard does not close until one  — there is no way we’re leaving before then!” I shouted back.

Alex and I exchanged numbers. He told me that since he spoke to me first and saved me from imminent death at the bar, it was up to me to call him.

“I’m a big girl,” I thought, “I can handle that!”

Before the night ended, we had a magical kiss (or multiple kisses — but whose counting anyway).

One o’clock came around way too soon. My mom decided it was time to leave. Before I could leave, I needed to make sure we were going to see each other again! We both had plans the following day (on Saturday) so we decided we would meet up for a Sunday afternoon date.

We kissed goodbye and I grumpily left with my mom and Joann.

As I sat daydreaming about my future life, babies, and retirement with this mystery man, my phone suddenly went off.

It was from him!

“I thought since I’m making you call me first, I would be nice and text you first,” he said.



To be continued….


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