The Number Four

Four years ago today, I started dating the man who would become my husband. 

I maintain that this was a good decision. 

I could write one of my long-winded posts on all of my husbands good traits (and I most certainly will), but I just want to leave you with the tidbit that endeared him in my heart forever. I assure you that I will get back to being long-winded very shortly. 

My husband and I worked together, and that's where we met. He wasn't my boss, but his job was close enough to my superior that it would have looked majorly sketchy for us to date had he not been transferring very shortly. Apparently he had noticed me and tried to take me out to lunch a few times, but I had never caught on to the fact that he was flirting with me. I just thought we were coincidentally going to lunch at the same time for a couple of days. Why yes, I am incredibly dense. 

Anyway, the place we worked threw the employees a party at a bowling alley, and I went with a male friend of mine who, to this day, is still called my fake husband. Apparently, hubs had held off asking me out because he thought I was dating my "fake husband" who I love to death but would never date ever because he's like my brother and that's gross and ewwwww. Vomit.

Anyway, hubs and I got to talking at the bowling alley and ended up leaving there and going with some friends to a hookah bar. The hookah bar was by my house, so he drove me home. I asked if he wanted to come in and see my new apartment. He was perfectly gentlemanly and didn't even try to make a move. He didn't have to. We stood in my kitchen and talked until 3 in the morning. By that time, he had already stolen my heart. Immediately upon walking through my front door, he said six fateful words that ensured that I was his. 

"Can we let your dogs out?"

He proceded to sit right down on the floor and roll around with my two little chihuahuas until they were content and passed out on his lap.

And that was it. There was no more question. Either someone gave him the handbook of me or he had me pegged from the moment we met.

Either way, I think it worked out. 

Happy anniversary of our first date, babe.

And what do you know? That turned out to be pretty long-winded anyway. WIN!

As always, it's hip to be square, kids.