Sunday, February 24, 2013
I was a transfer student at the university we both attended, and me being the semi-social butterfly I am, I decided that it was time to make some new friends. That day in history, I decided to befriend my classmate that was assigned by alphabetical order to sit next to me. We made plans to get together that Friday night and so I picked her up at her apartment and we headed off to visit with another one of her friends. After hanging around for a while, feeling totally uncomfortable, I thought I had made a mistake and should have asked the girl sitting to my right if she wanted to hang out instead.
That’s when she said “Well, I met this guy at a party last weekend, we can see what he’s doing”. She called him up and he invited us over. When we got there we were greeted by the guy she met and a couple of other people who happened to be at their apartment. Little did I know my future husband was there in that apartment playing video games. (not much has changed)
We talked all night and he tried to convince my why he should be my boyfriend. He was funny and charming and all the girls were after him that night, but he only had eyes for me. The rest is history, and speaking of history, I dropped my history class and never saw that girl again. She was kinda crazy, but without her, I never would have met the love of my life. Crazy how life works out sometimes.
Sunday, February 10, 2013
The first time I met D, I was looking for a studio space near the Waldorf School our children attended. I wanted to be able to drop the kids off and get a few hours of uninterrupted doll making in while they were in class. My husband, kids and I lived a 45 minute drive away so it was too time-consuming to go home and come back again.
Sunday, February 3, 2013
It was the summer of seventh grade, and my school courageously took 130 or so thirteen-year-olds on a trip to Washington, D.C.
Instead of getting a new one, they distributed us evenly among the other buses. I ended up on Steven’s.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him. I didn’t know it was him yet, but it was him. He stood up in his seat and chucked a pop bottle at the person sitting behind him. A laugh erupted on the bus. The boy popped his head up above the seat once more and gave a wide, friendly grin at his target and added to the laughter.
It was love at first sight.
I told a friend sitting next to me that I thought the boy who threw the pop bottle was really cute.
The friend, without me knowing, passed a handwritten note in a glass ginger ale bottle telling him that, if memory serves right, "I think you're cute. Will you hang out with me at Six Flags? Love, Jolee."
There were a few other notes passed back and forth in this bottle and soon I caught on and became excited to get to Six Flags (our much needed break from all the stuffy history tours).
When we finally got there, however, Steven was a no show and we didn’t hang out. I figured that was the end of that.
Of course, it wasn’t.
After Six Flags, I sat on the bus waiting to go back to the hotel feeling a little bummed, but then there he was.
He plopped down in the seat next to me, and asked what would go down in the books as the best pick up line ever.
"So, what's your favorite cartoon?"
Two days later on June 8, 1999, Steven asked me if I would be his girlfriend.
Ten years later, he asked me to marry him.
And I did.