Happy To Annoy You For The Rest of Our Lives Day!

With my very first anniversary as a married woman rapidly approaching, I have been feeling extremely nostalgic lately.  I love love stories.  My favorite ones are ones that would fall under the Romantic Comedy genre.  That's actually where my story fits in which works out great for me because I hate being all mushy and crap in front of people.

Have I ever told you about the time I forced my husband to date me?   No?  "But Rachele, isn't that illegal?" It wasn't in Florida at the time but that was almost two years ago so things may have changed.

I never used to believe in love at first sight but there was something about Zach that drew me to him.  I didn't speak to him other than mutter the phrase "What kind of beer do you want?"  I voraciously stalked him for a month.  Asking my coworker all the questions I could to find out about him.  I tried to no avail to get him to hang out with me.

I had no idea that my life would change during one brunch at the beach during February.  Now, I have never been one to be shy and not have words to speak with someone.  Somehow, all of us ended up at the beach. His friends and my friends.  I was within viewing distance of him but couldn't muster up the courage to talk to him.  So instead, I just pranced by while going to refill my drink (multiple times with extra shots of 151 on top, oh God...), hoping that he would notice me but knowing I was going to need some sort of liquid courage.  So basically, I spent the afternoon creeper staring at it all like "Ugh, why won't he come over and talk to me?" and my girlfriends suggested that I go and talk to him.  "Ugh, I can't he's too nice and I'm too much of an asshole.  Look at him over there being all sweet and shy.  Do you think he's looking at me?  I can't tell"

"Rachele, stop being a creeper and go talk to him!  All you're doing is staring.  You're being creepy."

"But I'm a really really reaaaaallllllly good creeper.  What do I say?  He's all sweet looking and stuff and then there's me.  Drunk and stuff.  Is it time for another drink yet?  Who's going with me?"

Long story short, after we moved to the next bar I coerced him into sitting next to me by abrasively stating "You....are sitting rigggght here.  On this stool.  That I placed right next to me."  I cannot recall much of the conversation because I may have been plastered but I do remember asking him just why he hadn't asked me for my phone number.  Then I gave it to him and 15 minutes later I sent him a text asking him why he hadn't asked me out on a date.  We had a date that Thursday!  It was awkward.  He talked too fast and used his hands a lot.  I was completely unsure of how the date was going because I wasn't too overly excited.  It wasn't until we were purchasing our tickets to see Gnomeo & Juliet, he told me "Your face is an odd zipcode."  I think it was at that point, somewhere in my little tiny Grinch's heart that I knew I would marry him....but it didn't really know.  Or maybe it did, I just ignored it.

For being known as the girl who would never get married, I knew within two months that he was/is it for me.  I would tell my friends and get lots of odd looks, mostly in amazement that I had actually met someone I wanted to be around all the time and that actually didn't mind putting up with me.

I have learned a lot from being married to such an amazing person.  I am so glad that I set my standards so high. Something in me knew that eventually, there would be someone out there who is equally as goofy and loving as I am, made just for me.  Plus, he thinks I'm hilarious so that helps too :)

Moral of the story:  If a guy doesn't question you wanting to see a children's movie on a first date, marry him.  He probably loves you already.

Xoxo
Riley Writes