This Saturday will mark five years since my first date with Andy. I’m sure it’s been longer. I mean, we’ve got two-ish kids. Life before him is kind of hazy. Surely we’ve been together forever, right?
But then I still have those moments – growing rarer all the time – when I feel like I’ve just brought home a stranger. I’ll get this silly, naughty feeling saying, there’s a guy I hardly know in my bed!
Andy and I were set up by my best friend, a decision so brilliant I will be grateful to her for the rest of my life. To hear her tell it at my wedding reception, I was begging and groveling and whimpering for her to find me a man. I don’t remember it that way in my head, but whatever. Let’s just say I had gotten over all my stupid relationship issues and history and was super ready for The Real Deal.
So she offered me Andy. Actually, she mentioned she had another guy in mind too. I said, well give me a crack at both of them! She said no. I had to date Andy first, because he was better.
She showed me his Facebook profile pic, which at the time was this:
I said, “Ehhh.” She said no, I didn’t understand, he had a “super sweet smile” and was “totally nerd hot.” Well, okay.
So she hooked us up over the interwebz, and one day Andy IM’d me on Facebook. I don’t know what we chatted about but then he started mentioning local theatrical productions – cause I’m a theatre girl and going to plays is how you land my kind. When he started talking about the Rocky Horror Show, I knew I had to move fast, because that is just NOT where you want to be on a first date. Men. So I was all, “Hey, The Importance of Being Earnest is playing too!” and he was smart and asked me if I wanted to go see it with him.
We met at a coffee shop an hour before the Sunday matinee. I put on skirt, like a girl, and eyeliner. Man, those were the days. When I saw him walking up, I got a quick thrill that he was goatee-less and ADORABLE.
No, that’s not from our first date. I’m not that weird. It’s like our…third.
We talked, we went to the play. Two seconds after the show ended he said, “Are you hungry? Do you want to have dinner?” Sure! But it was early yet, so we wandered around until the fancy restaurant opened, and we had dinner. My main memory of that dinner is leaning in and saying, “What?” about a hundred times. Cause Andy’s just not as loud as me.
When all was said and done, I think we had a 6 or 7-hour date. Can’t remember now. Andy was still trying to extend it but I said, since I think we had already made another date, “I WILL go out with you again,” so I could go home. I think I kissed him on the cheek. He would claim later he had no idea if I was interested in him because I never touched him or kissed him but that’s blatantly not true. I took his hand when we met, I kissed his cheek…uh…maybe that was it. Still! That should be good enough!
And it wasn’t till dinner on the second date when something just hit me and I knew I was most definitely interested in him. There was some pretty hot hand-holding and goodnight kissing on that 6-hour date, let me tell you.
Okay, now I’m done telling stories. Almost time to go celebrate!