Brian and I are celebrate=ing nine years of marriage this week. The bigger that number gets, the more there is to celebrate (and the more needed a “just the two of us” outing is)! Haha
Brian and I were just reminiscing about what we were doing nine years ago tonight (not that), and it’s starting to feel like a long time ago. Long enough that my brain takes longer to remember details. (I’ve started to allow for my mind’s take off and landing time to extract information more than five years old.)
Our “story” is one at has two versions, depending on who is asking. 😊
The short version: we met in 2006, got married in 2009.
The extended version: we met in 2006…but there was a definite lack of fireworks.
I’m from Las Vegas, and Brian is from Mesa, AZ. We were both in college in Utah.
My friend Morgan gave my number to her boyfriend’s roommate, some guy I hadn’t met. He called, and the conversation was such that I saved his number in my phone as “Brian Creepy.”
I’m not sure exactly what was said to merit name, but the dialogue was interpreted sourly to a girl that was commander in chief of the No Boyfriends, Free Dinners Friendzone Club.
A couple years later, the same Morgan had married that boyfriend. She let me know she’d given my number to her husband’s friend. (It has slipped my mind for years to ask if she knew she’d done this twice, or if it was coincidental. Morgan, are you there? Can you confirm this?)
Then, there he was again. Brian Creepy calling. No way. THAT is who Morgan was setting me up with, again? Crap. He left a voicemail.
A really nice, normal voicemail.
I was dating someone, liiiike casually, went out with him several times a week for about five months kind of casually, but, still. I felt a label coming soon, and I was lukewarm about it, and I’m really assuming he doesn’t read this blog…
I was also planning on moving to The Bay Area with my friends Lauren and Camille after the semester. They’d already made a trip out, and even found a house they were interested in.
Anyway, I agreed to a casual date (super into no-commitment-casual in 2008, looks like) with Brian Creepy. I drove myself in case I forgot I had a paper, my roommate needs me, you know, getaway car excuses. I couldn’t put my finger on why he was in my phone as that name, but I was convinced it was not for nothin’!
I showed up first. We were at Jamba Juice, and there was a book about wheat grass. I wondered if wheat grass has the same nutritional value as regular grass. I was interested in just how much wheat grass content could possibly fill an entire book, but didn’t want to be reading it when he came in, because, weird.
We were in Utah, in December, and it was FREEZING. This guy Brian rolled in wearing basketball shorts. I’m sure I was mid brow raise, fishing for my keys, but he was really cute. Like, really cute.
Brian Creepy sat down and talked to me for a while, and we had a really normal, fun conversation. I didn’t even have to fake laugh, and he was just nice. A genuinely kind, cool person. Really down to earth. Didn’t name or number drop. I remember specifically that he told me about his family right off that bat, and it was cute. I mentally applauded him for not mission rambling. Huh. He wasn’t necessarily flirty, but friendly and confident. He wished me luck on finals when I left (which was not for whatever excuse I had in my back pocket).
One of my best friends, Ashley, got married in Idaho, and Brian Creepy text me while I was there with several friends. I surprised myself by being excited he text me. He wasn’t overbearing or a charmer, just plain old nice.
Now, here’s the whoopsie.
New Year’s Eve, 2008.
Most of my girlfriends were married or out of town, so I’d been hanging out with guy friends for most of the break. I just want you to know that.
As girls, we can agree that New Years Eve isn’t really an awesome “hangin with all the guys” event, buuut that was what I ended up doing.
Brian drove to Las Vegas from Arizona, and I went to The Strip with five guys, not the burgers. Five boys and Ashton. It was the first time I’d hung out with Brian aside from Jamba Juice, and while we rode down to The Strip together in a car, Brian rested his feet on my legs. Oh. Nope. I didn’t like that, Brian You’re-Cute-But-I-Don’t-Really-Know-You Creepy.
At some point, we ended up at a different hotel (Red Rock, if you’re a local), and you know what I did? DO YOU KNOW WHAT I DID?! Yikes. Some girlfriends called me (girls pulling through in the clutch!), and I hopped in a car with them. Like, just left. They pulled up in the valet, I jumped in, and we drove off. Didn’t even tell Brian. He text me, “Hey, where are you?” I told him I left with some friends.
I didn’t want him to kiss me at midnight. I decided it would have been more of a circumstantial kiss than a meaningful one, and I didn’t like those self inflicted mind games. So, aborttttt! See ya!
For some strange, strange, straaaange reason, Brian still text me nice things over the break.
When I went back to school, he asked if I wanted to come over. I said maybe another day, and drove straight to that one guy’s house. You know, the one I was one foot into dating? Remember him?
The next night, Brian asked if I wanted to come over for dinner.
I tried to talk my friend Alisha into coming with me, but she couldn’t, so I went alone, which was good, because WHY WOULD I DO THAT?
Brian was completely unexpected. Laid back, funny, so kind, a surprising cook, sincerely interested, and again, confident. He was intentional and didn’t bat an eye that I was clearly jumpy with anything pertaining to/related with/skirting the issue of commitment. I was only skittish because I actually liked him, and the logistics just didn’t work. I wasn’t interested… I was finishing up a heavy senior semester, graduating, and moving in a few months.
This Brian guy, though.
We hung out everrrry single day after that.
He totally ignored my hesitance and fickle body language and grabbed my hand one day, and that was it!
I was head over heels, and if you were a good friend, you know that’s something Ashton was not.
Whirlwind, giddy, butterly-y, head over head over head over heels.
At some point, I replaced “Creepy” in my phone with his last name.
We got married in August, and I will absolutely lie to my children about that time frame and delete this post. Half of me can’t believe our parents were on board with it…but Brian was an easy sell to my family. It’s not possible to not like him. He’s just GOOD. If I thought I loved him then, I would have just died seeing him as a dishes-doing daddy. I adore him.
After this roller coaster of a year, I’m so lucky to have year number nine with my best buddy. He wishes I’d wash my hair more often, and I wish he didn’t like eating sunflower seeds on the couch, but I really, really lucked out with a sweet husband.
Happy Anniversary, Scurrmoney!