Fourth grade was the youngest grade at John F. Kennedy Elementary. I was new to the school, as was everyone else in my class. The new kid that just moved in across the street was in my home room. At recess one day he sent his running buddy over to me with a note folded into a neat little rectangle.
"Will you go with me? Check yes or no."
I checked "yes" and we waved to each other from across the playground. Little did I know, he sent that Kristin chick the same note earlier in the week. What a player. So I told him to kiss my ass. Okay I didn't say that, but I did make him choose between us and he chose me. Swoon.
Over the next 6 years we were an "item" off and on. He was even my first kiss. But, when we got into high school I decided I was too cool for boys in my own grade and could really see the advantages of dating someone with a car that could drive me to the Sonic and buy me Route 44 cherry limeades.
So, I went my way and he went his. I had a steady boyfriend. He dated...most of the girls in our class, and the one younger than us, and I'm pretty sure the one younger than them. I am friends with all of them on Facebook. Small town and all. I think some of them may even read my blog. Hey, ladies!
After graduation I went off to one college and he went off to another. We didn't see each other again until the first week of summer vacation after our freshman year. One night I went out for a run. His family still lived across the street from mine, and when he saw me turning the corner to head up our street, he waited in his front yard for me to run past his house. I stopped to say hello. We ended up sitting outside on the curb talking until midnight.
We started hanging out, but I wasn't ready to consider us "dating". I was fresh out of a long relationship and wasn't sure I wanted to jump right into another one. He said he understood and that he would wait. All summer he took me to dinners and movies and even the circus. All of the time we weren't in summer classes or at work, we spent together.
At the end of the summer, we made each other mixed tapes (heck yes we did) and left to go back to our respective colleges. We parted with the understanding that if either of us met someone we wanted to date, that was allowed. Neither of us did. We burned up the roads visiting each other as many weekends as we could. We talked on the phone every night. It was the early days of email, so we would remind each other during our nightly phone calls to go to the computer lab the next day and look for the message we sent. Technology was so ah-may-zing.
Then in April, we arranged to meet back home for his birthday weekend. I had plans to get my nails done Saturday morning and then we were going to spend the day together. I went to meet him at his parent's house before we headed out. I took him his birthday gift - which I have no recollection what it was and I'm sure he doesn't either because he probably returned it as I don't think he's ever NOT done that. ANYway.
He was appropriately grateful for whatever my gift to him was and then he said, "There's something else I want for my birthday." My curiosity peaked as I'm sure what I gave him was fabulous (probably a shirt from Structure or something equally as cool) and I couldn't imagine him wanting anything more so I said, "Oh, yeah? What's that?" He handed me this big stack of 'Brides' magazines. I can sometimes be a little slow so I thought, "You subscribe to Brides magazines? Weird." But when I looked over at him, he was holding an engagement ring. "I want you to marry me."
OMG soooo sweet, right? I agree. So I, of course, said yes and the rest is history. I'm not much for the super sappy ooey gooey public proclamations of love, but it's true...we were meant to be. He tells me all the time that I'm "his Jenny" (as in Forrest Gump). But he always makes sure to say it in the voice of Forrest himself so as not to be too romantic. After all, this is us we're talking about.
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