You are the love of my life.....

So in honor of our 3 year "dating" anniversary 2 days ago, I think I'll go ahead and post the story of how me and Steve met and got the best romance in the world (in my humble opinion) started. Ha. It's quite a funny story so grab yourself some snacks and set in. (FYI this is only my version of the story and I really hope some day for our future children's sake he will document his side of the story as well)
So I guess to know the whole entire background as much as it kills me, you need to know that I was in a serious (seriously horrible abusive) relationship for over 6 years at the time. I was engaged, called off the wedding, and living a horrible depressed life. Steve got married in 2000 and was going through a divorce with the evil spawn at the time.
OK forging ahead, it all started when my ex bought a house and decided he had to have a house full of brand new furniture. So I would sell our old stuff from his apartment living days. I was working on the teller line at First Nasty and Steve (from here on known as Mr Hottie) was in his current dept. also at the bank. We have this funky thing at the bank where you can buy/sell/place wanted ads on the employee website, so I put the furniture up there and got a million freaking WEIRD ppl emailing me and asking for pictures and such. I had some real tools trust me. A couple people even told me they were going to come over and buy it only to never show up or call me at all. Very very annoying. So I started getting very annoyed and short with people. I get an email from Steven Sessions of "Procurement services" not sure wtf that is but he wrote the weirdest email in the world with all his stupid questions in bullet form. I.E.;
-Any pets?
-Smoker?
ha. So me being the amazing smart @$$ I am decided I would answer all his questions in the same exact bullet form as him.
-no none
-nobody ever smoked on or around the furniture
Haha I was pretty proud of my smart alacness (thanks Dad) and thought I was very funny. I thought this would be the last time I ever heard from him so I completely forgot about it. In the end he contacted me and decided he was going to come to the house and see if he liked it. (he told me later he never noticed how I answered his questions and completly missed my smart alacness. Bummer) So as I wait for Steven Sessions of Procurement services that was a buying specialist (seriously who gives out these stupid titles?? He ordered all the paper supplies for the bank!). I am being DEAD serious when I tell you that I had pictured a 55-65 year old man that weighed at least 350 lbs wearing a white shirt, black bow tie, black suspenders and was balding. He probably had just moved out of his Mother's house for the first time in his life and needed some furniture for his new pad in North Omaha. Ha. Little did I know, this GORGEOUS man with a white shirt unbuttoned on the top button, and the most gorgeous dark head of hair I have ever seen. Instantly I realize I am in my horrid "FNBO Green's" which consisted of a green polo shirt (probably with some holes in the stomach from rubbing on the counter. Believe it ppl we were hot) and some ugly khaki's. I lost all ability to speak. So I show him the furniture and he tells me that his ex took all the furniture out of his house and it was now empty and he needed to fill it. I almost asked if he was lonely and if I could fill his house too!?!? Haha ok probably not, I think I was still trying to swallow my tongue which was now made of cotton. So he leaves and I am totally thrown off balance but compose myself and go about my night w/ the horrible evil one I called my b/f. About a week later he needed the furniture (for SOME reason he couldn't squeeze a huge over stuffed chair and loveseat in his '98 Honda Civic). The whole time me and ex are fighting because he doesn't want to deliver said furniture at all, nor does he want to help him carry it in his house. He wants us to dump it in the driveway and go. HUH? What impression would that leave on my new Mr. Hottie?? Heck I would carry it in myself if I had to! So we fight the whole way over, meanwhile I wear my BEST outfit of some shorts that are 3 sizes to small and show off my cottage cheese legs and a t-shirt probably from 1995 that was 8 sizes to big. I dress to impress. But I somehow made an impression b/c according to Mr Hottie that is when he felt the connection between us. I take the $ from Mr. Hottie and leave thinking I will never see or talk to him again, yet somehow I knew I would never forget about him either. The following Monday at work I get an email from Mr Hottie telling me how much he likes the furniture and if I have any single friends to send them his way. Um why wasn't I single?? So honestly I did I set him up w/ my managers best friend Vicky. A couple weeks later they went out and totally didn't hit it off. So we kept emailing occasionally and getting to know eachother. He set me up an interview with his Dad at his small investment company he ran at the time for the front desk girl (I did well but somebody w/ more experience got the job), and we learned that I had taught his nephew at the Wednesday night church class I had taught for years with my Dad and Brother!! Totally weird, the God's were telling us to get together! But I was still somewhat chugging away w/ the dreaded ex. (not to say that Mr Hottie didn't know everything and how horrible he was and how unhappy I was and was trying to get out of the relationship) He vowed not to "ruin" our relationship and didn't want to disrespect me by asking me out when I was already "taken". Boy was he wrong! All I did was talk about him, show his pictures to the girls at work (that I MADE him email me, only to show to prospective girls for him of course. Or so I told him ha), and gush over him 24/7. Honestly it was bad. So I guess my manager got sick of listening to me so she took it upon herself to email him and tell him to just ask me to lunch b/c it would be alright, I was done w/ my relationship and I would say yes. So he did, he asked me to meet him downtown (I got permission to have a whole another 30 minutes to an hour added on to my lunch so I could have extra drive/chat time w/ him. I LOVE Lori!), and go to lunch. I was joking and was telling him to take me to some 5 star expensive restaurant (which anybody that knows me knows this is a joke as my favorite place to eat is Taco Bell). He was really going to! We finally settled on where to eat and I could barely eat anything. The cotton mouth was back again. I think I sucked down 6 glasses of water. He probably thought I was some freakish fish girl. Anyway, we had a great time and I dropped him off in front of his building and he touched my leg and asked me to do something that weekend with him. Be still my heart I think my leg throbbed for 2 hours at the place he touched me! It was amazing. And oh my, my whole life growing up me and my best bosom buddy always talked about how guys in dark navy suits with those bright blue button down shirts with a yellow tie were so amazing and hot. And what do you think Mr Hottie wore to lunch that day?? Oh my goodness I was floored. And no I hadn't told him that fantasy yet either! (I leave fantasy's for at least the 3rd or 4th date. Ha) So that weekend I officially broke up w/ horrible ex, hung out w/ Mr Hottie and fell head over heels in love. He took a little more convincing and a couple months to realize how great we were and that I wasn't gonna hurt him! The rest as they say is history!
Coming to a blog near you soon:
in 20 days is our 1st wedding anniversary so I will blog it and put up a million and a half pictures! Yay!