I have been married for a little over a year (a year and four months to be exact), and since meeting Greg, falling in love with him, marrying him, and being married to him, I've never actually blogged anything on our relationship. So here it goes. The answer to the much asked question, how did you meet?
I had a date in which was quite disappointing, and I went home relieved it was over and with the desire to find something to forget it. Fortunately, my friend, Chris, called me right after I was dropped off asking whether or not I wanted to come over to his new condo to watch a movie with us. I said yes, of course, and after the conversation, I thought, "Us? who is Us?." Chris came over to pick me up as I didn't have a car, and I met him at my door, and saw someone else right behind him. I thought to myself, "who is this nerdy, little, white guy?" Now, Chris is 6'7", so anyone standing next to him looks quite little (Greg isn't little; he's 5'10"). So Chris took me to his place in his car, and his friend followed us.
When we got to Chris' place, he formally introduced me to his friend, Greg, who was wearing a black sweatshirt with "Now accepting applications for a girl friend" in Japanese. We talked and then decided to watch Happy Gilmore together.
Chris has a really nice couch, but the downfall is there are only two recliner chairs for three people. So half way through the movie, Chris finally realizes that both he and Greg have a recliner for their feet, and I don't. He then asked if I didn't want to switch places with either him or Greg so I could have a recliner. I replied playfully, "No, it's okay; I get to sit in between two good-looking guys," and then I preceded to put my arms around both of them. I'm not sure what happened at this point, but for some reason Greg decided it would be fun to cuddle with me, and pulled me closer to him. My initial reaction was this is awkward!! But I decided to cuddle. (Chris told me later that the whole time, he felt like a third wheel and that he felt cheated because it was his new place and he hadn't any "action" yet.)
After the movie, Chris, feeling rather mortified after watching other people cuddle on his new couch, asked Greg to take me home. Greg very graciously took me home. I recall that he talked about his family on the way home. He recalls me being unable to give him directions to my apartment, which I have to say is a lie. I know my directions were correct; he was just driving all around town on his own accord.
Greg is a gentleman; he walked me to my door when he dropped me off. He then asked me if I didn't want to go to his apartment on Sunday for a Nightmare Before Christmas sing-along which I agreed to. He asked for my number which I gave. (This is the part where I realize now I should have been in bed because I was so tired!)
At the moment we were suppose to part, Greg went into hug me, which at the time I thought he was trying to give me a kiss (which is a terrible signal to mix up). So we KISSED! Afterwards, Greg said, "Well, that was awesome." I thought how could I have let him kiss me!? And I went inside mortified because he kissed me. My roommate woke up when I went to bed, and we talked about what happened. I told her that I wasn't sure I wanted to see this guy ever again because he kissed me. She then told me that I didn't have to, and that I owed her candy because Greg and I kissed...
I am not sure why I gave Greg a second chance, but after talking about it with him, he told me it was me that kissed him and not the other way around. Greg said, "Yeah, it was you that kissed me AND you pushed me up against the wall."
I believe we were definitely meant to be, even though it required a strange meeting. And I suppose I have to thank Chris for bringing us together on that fateful night so long ago. I also have to say, I don't know how I am going to tell the story to my kids without them judging me. Greg says he's going to tell them that their mom is a "face-raper", and now I worry about when my kids are little telling all of their friends that their mom is "face-raper". sigh, the moral of the story is, don't stay up really late especially when you have work at 5:30 the next morning.
