Thursday, February 14, 2013

I'm His Jenny

Well, it's Valentine's Day. In the spirit of the "holiday" (whatever, this is so NOT a holiday), I suppose I should do a post about love love lovey dovey love. But this blog is no place for a bunch of sappy. So I will tell you The Story of Us. A condensed version, of course. Because that shit is long and drawn out I tell you.

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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20 comments:

  1. Okay, that's adorable. Happy VD (take that however you want to).

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    1. VD (both meanings) is one of those things I hoped to stop worrying about when I got married. ;)

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  2. Yep.. the real life boy marries the girl next door story! But does he have to use the Forrest Gump voice EVERY time?? lol Happy Valentine's Day!

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  3. SHUT. THE. FRONT. DOOR. Those are just about the EXACT same words my husband said to me when he proposed ON HIS BIRTHDAY. I got serious goosebumps when I read that!!! OMG. So here's how it went down with us - we were hiking and stopped at a waterfall/poolish area and he says, "There's something else I want for my birthday" and I roll my eyes thinking I know what he's talking about and my god, man, we are OUT IN PUBLIC...and he pulls the ring out of his pocket and says, "I want you...forever."
    SEE?? GOOSE BUMPS - right?? Isn't that craazy??

    Hey, btw. Where's your button? I'm cleaning house and adding buttons on my blog and I wanna put yours up because I loooove your stories (even more so now that we're like the same person).

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    1. GOOSE BUMPS! That's just cray cray! (I thought my husband was going there, too, with the whole "There's something else I want" spill").

      P.S. I GOT A BUTTON!!! THANK YOU SISTAH!

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  4. I loved this story. The computer lab bit totally cracked me up.

    But I have something more important to tell you. My husband proposed to me on his birthday, too!! I didn't get any bridal magazines, though, and now I'm pissed.

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    1. I still laugh at how excited we were to learn the other had sent an email. ALL THE WAY FROM SPACE! Now we text things inappropriate for little ears to each other from across the room.

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  5. OMG! This is an awesome story! I love it! It is ooey gooey and totally beautiful. So romantic. I'm so glad you shared this.

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  6. That is a really sweet story. I love how he asked you to marry him on his birthday! New here.. love your blog.
    visit me: http://badwordmama.blogspot.com/

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    1. Welcome, Ellen! Thanks for the kind words! Going to check you out!

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  7. Just checking you out....I love your story!

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  8. Reading this at work and seriously laughed out loud at the "You subscribe to Brides magazines? Weird." that would so be me. Thanks for making me laugh today :)

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  9. Awesome story, but the "shirt from Structure" nearly made me lose my shit! It was a gem of a store at old Town East Mall! Hahahah

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