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I saw this over at After I Do and I thought, “hmmmm I never talk about my relationship with C…”. So I thought this was a good way to start. It took a long time (read 3+ years) to get used to saying I’m married. Please don’t ask me why, I don’t have an answer. I’m independent and sometimes a little selfish which I think complicates the whole couple, death do us part, thing. I’m currently working on the labels husband and wife. I’m definitely not a labels kind of girl. I’m more of this is C, not this is my husband, kind of girl. Not because I don’t want people to know he’s mine but because using his name individualizes us. I’m neurotic, I know, they are just words. Speaking of words, I hate hubby and wifey, they make me stabby. Seriously, stab.
I’m going to attempt to complete this list of questions – but c’mon I’m not all that great at finishing what I start, so don’t hold it against me, k?
1. how it all began: how you met, first date, first kiss, how long did you date? first picture together…..etc.
When I was newly 21 my boss (T), who was 18 years older than me and going through a divorce at the time, wanted me to go out with her badly so I agreed. She dragged me to all these dive bars that I had never been to in my life. She lived 30-40 minutes from me so they were all in her neighborhood. All night I kept thinking I saw my douchey ex-boyfriend. At the last bar we parked across the street and as we were walking to the building guess who walks out of the bar next door? Yep, doucheyMcdouch. I walked right past him and pretended he didn’t exist. As soon as my foot hit the inside of our destination I was on my cell phone pacing by the pool table, talking to my BFF while T went to get drinks.
When C tells the story this is when he first noticed me, as one of those ditzy girls that talks on her phone and paces the bar. He was one of the guys playing pool. My head was anywhere but my physical location. I was too busy being in awe of how I was psychic.
T had a nice buzz by this time of night and she was out on the deserted dance floor swaying around to a really awful ABBA cover band. As far as I was concerned this night was a waste and I could not wait to get home to my comfy bed. As she was swaying around I noticed this short bald dude talking and dancing with her while I watched her from my stool at the bar nursing a drink.
The place was pretty empty and C says he felt bad for me and that’s why he came over to chat. I was in no way looking for a boyfriend or even someone to keep my company that night so I was little standoffish bitchy. He continued to get me to talk when these girls in witch costumes came up and started chatting with him, giving me break. Yeah, did I forget to mention that this was the Saturday before Halloween and also the day before what would have been my mom’s 48th birthday. It’s not that I didn’t want to talk to him, I didn’t want to talk to anyone.
T stopped dancing to introduce me to C’s friend M that she had been talking with. She begged me to go to another bar with them and I agreed because, why not. C and I kept talking and we danced. He bought me one of the stupid roses that people sell at the bars and we made out in a booth. I was a kissing whore, so making out with a random person was alright by me. I ended up dropping T off at her house and driving C home. I know, real smart, drive a perfect stranger home at 4am. (We had stopped at Denny’s where T kept putting weird shit in someone’s pancakes) Truthfully, I was just praying that he wasn’t some psycho and I could drop his ass off and get home to my bed.
You know how boys aren’t supposed to call you the next day? Yeah, well C did. He was “looking for his friends phone” maybe it was in my car? Yeah. I looked and it wasn’t. I hung up the phone and had a good laugh. He called me back later that day and asked me to his hockey game. I showed up in jeans and a college hooded sweatshirt, after the game he came out in these awful gray dress pants. All I kept thinking was WTF? But he kept making me laugh.
*the picture isn’t the first one of us together but it’s pretty close*
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2. when you knew he was the one: self explanatory.. but how and when did you know?
3. proposal: how it happened, how long were you engaged for? was it a total surprise? pictures of that… etc.
4. the ring: tell us about it! did you pick it out? did he? pictures! tell us about his ring too!
5. engagement/bridal pictures: let’s see em!
6. the colors: show some of the flower and colors you used
7. the dress: was it what you always imagined? did you have it made for you? white or ivory?
8. the little accessories: you know, veil? shoes? jewelry? what did your bridesmaids wear?
9. the reception: where was it at? show us some pictures! what day did you get married?
10. the cake/food: i love food. so tell me about what you had at your wedding!
11. favorite part of the day and least favorite part of the day: can be anything.
12. honeymoon: where did you go? was it good? 
haha…jk.
13. thoughts on marriage: what is the easiest/hardest part? if you could change anything, what would it be?
14. first place that you lived together: pics if you have them!
15. kids: do you have any yet? if not, when do you plan on it? how many do you want? any tips on good/bad birth control?
16. most recent picture of you and your significant other and what you love most about them 
and any other thoughts.
