(Andy- feel free to add to this, if I've missed something ;))
Ok, so one of the sites is hosting a "how I met my husband," post and many of my friends are taking part in it. So, I thought I would go ahead and post Andy and I's story. Why not? :)
So, Andy and I met the day he turned 17. He was dating a friend of mine, and he came with her to a concert my H.S. service group was hosting, for charity. I had heard a lot about him and I had even talked to him on instant messenger, but this was out first meeting. I remember I was running around, running the show, and trying to get things done but stopped long enough to say hello and to be polite. He was sitting on the floor, up against a door, and I decided to sit down next to him. I sat right on his hand (OOPS!). I remember apologizing and feeling terrible.... later to be told HE DID IT ON PURPOSE! The slime ball wanted to touch my BUTT! haha. Some things never change. haha. Anyway.... I didn't talk to him much, at the event, because I was in a hurry and didn't have time to stop.
The next I saw him (again, we talked online some) was at PROM. I was with someone else, and he was of course with my friend. We hung out some, but I really thought he was jerk. haha. He was whiny and really not fun to be around (yes, it's ok, he knows this is how I felt). So, I just blew him off, really. Apparently, he wasn't having a good time and my then friend was treating him really crappy. I didn't know this, and of course took my girlfriend's side, at the time.
Anyway- we talked on and off online and I really just didn't think much about him in any other sense. I was dating various boys (not seriously...just going on dates), and continued to blow Andy off as a jerk.
Until... one day in June when he showed up at my house. Yes, just showed up at my house! He was crying and said that my gf had broken up with him, and that he just needed somewhere to go (and apparently I was a nice person?). So, I let him in and he sat on my couch and cried for an hour. ha ha. I remember telling him it would be ok, and that maybe he was better off... blah blah blah. I touched his hand at one point and I remember him telling me I had "really soft hands." (Such a player, husband!! Such a player!!) And that was the first moment I thought he might actually be a nice guy. haha. So, we talked and talked some more. And we both agreed that we didn't want to date anyone, and that we didn't want a bf/gf. That didn't last too long.
We went to the park a couple of weeks later, the mall the next day, and in the car on the way home from the mall (at a traffic light, in front of a bank, in the downtown of my hometown) he said to me, "I never got that kiss we talked about" (apparently we talked about this kiss online?? I have no idea, I don't remember). And I remember wanting to puke I was so nervous. And then he kisssssedddd me. And I remember seeing the biggest fireworks and being so in love, from that day forward. We went out on a real date the next weekend, and haven't really been apart since. We got married exactly a year and two days after our first date. aw.
And here are some old school photos, for your enjoyment: