it will be the 15th. Or 2 weeks until I was supposed to get married. I fucking hate this. Seriously. & right now, it’s Valentine’s Day and I’m alone, eating chocolate and watching teen mom. So here I go down memory lane…

Our first date kinda sucked. I originally blew him off for our first date because someone else invited me out and I decided to go. Bitch move. We rescheduled and he was late. Which I deserved after I blew him off. I hung out in my car talking to a friend so that I didn’t look like an idiot waiting for him inside by myself. I saw him pull in and watched him walk up to Boston Pizza and made him wait before I got out… lol. He was in jeans, a polo shirt, and a hat. I don’t think he matched but he still looked cute. I saw him checking me out as I walked up. He made the check out obvious and did the up and down several times. We went inside and had a couple of drinks and I could feel my face getting red from nervousness… I was so mad at myself. He also told me later on I talked too much.. another nervous habit but he said it was a good thing. Him being late + drinks = us late to the movies… we went and saw an Adam Sandler movie and for the life of me, I cannot remember the title right now. I can remember wanting him to grab my hand or do something cute but it didn’t happen. At the time, I thought he was not interested, but it’s just how he is…shy and laid back.

After the movie, we walked back to my car and I was playing with my keys but we kept talking. He claims I kept trying to drag the conversation on but I had my keys out! He was the one standing there… I wasn’t just going to get in my car and leave him standing behind it lol. He claims I was begging to be kissed. Really, that wasn’t my intention at all. Regardless, I was happy with the kiss. He made me giddy. I left with butterflies and a really stupid smile on my face.

Before I met him, I had planned to go camping with friends. I had told him about it and told him if he wanted he could bring some friends and join us. I really didn’t think he would but him and his friends showed up. The whole point of bringing up this camping thing… I loved one of the nights we spent there. We were on the beach, talking, cuddling, and staring at the water and the stars and it was nothing short of perfect. He was so understanding and we talked about anything. I felt so comfortable and content. I knew he was going to be someone very important to me…. I’d say I fell in love with him there and then, but…

oh, Happy Valentine’s Day :P