In honor of Valentine's Day (yes, I know that was yesterday and that some of you would like to forget about it, but just hold on), Chrissy at Buzzing with Ms. B. is having a linky party about How You Met Your Hunny. I LOVE this. I wanted to post it yesterday but that post was taken for Talk About It Tuesday. And I didn't want anyone to get upset with me for delaying it. So here I go. I'm a little late to the party but I'm going!!!! And by the way, if you don't follow Chrissy, get over there now and follow her. She cracks me up!!!!
SO!!! Clear throat. Cough. Is this thing on?
How I Met My Hunny:
I was 18 and a freshman at a community college. I worked at a telemarketing company because, back then, people were allowed to call you if they wanted to. It didn't matter if you didn't want them to. We called you anyway. And cell phones didn't really exist for "regular people". Maybe rich people, but not regular people so we called you at your home. Usually during dinner. I talked to some really nice people during the dinner hour. No one was ever rude to me or anything.
So, out of the blue one day, I saw this cute boy in a black truck drive into the parking lot. He was blasting the song "Unchained Melody" by the Righteous Brothers from his car stereo. (I actually just had to look that up. I don't know who sings it. I just know it's from the movie Ghost. Which was very popular back then.)
This cute guy had "Unchained Melody" playing. Not rap. Not heavy metal. Not even pop. He had a romantic tune playing. "Who is this guy?" I would ask myself from the driver's seat of my Volkswagen Rabbit convertible (just like the girl's car in Can't Buy Me Love). I'm pretty sure that Skid Row was playing from my car stereo. Or Bon Jovi. Or Poison.
Once inside the building, I'd lose him. "Where did he go?" I would ask myself as I called people to tell them that they had been selected to receive a free trip to Las Vegas or Big Bear. I did all this while wearing Bongo jeans and a scrunchie in my hair. I looked great.
That went on for about a week. He would pull up in the parking lot, Unchained Melody playing, and then I'd never see him inside. It was really strange. A career in detective work was out of the question for me. Obviously.
Until one day.
(You really ought to play Unchained Melody while you read this next part. It would make it very dramatic.)
One day, I was between
angry people phone calls, and I heard the most wonderful sound behind me.
A southern accent.
To back up just a bit, I moved from Oklahoma to California in the middle of my junior year. It was T.E.R.R.I.B.L.E. The only thing that really saved me was my twin. We ate lunch together. Otherwise, I would have been by myself. We were so homesick. As a matter of fact, Kerry moved back to Oklahoma when we were 20 and has never lived here since (please pause while I grab a kleenex and sob into it). I made a few friends in highschool here but not really (as in, I don't talk to anyone from my California high school anymore). The boys were really friendly and the girls . . . notsomuch.
When I heard that southern accent behind me, I was momentarily transported back to Oklahoma and all of the really nice people there. It felt like home.
I wish you could HEAR this next part because I'm going to talk in my accent for a minute. Please just try to imagine.
I heard, "Hah. Ahm callin' to let yooou know that yooou have bin select-ED to reCEive a trip . . . "
I waited until he was
hung up on finished with his call and then I turned around.
Lo and behold, it was Unchained Melody boy.
CUTE CUTE CUTE Unchained Melody boy.
I said, "Ohmygosh, where are you from?!"
He replied, "TenneSSeeee."
I said, "Really??!! Ohmygosh! I'm from Oklahoma!!!"
He replied, "You know wot? When we drove out here, we stopped in Oklahoma City and we stayed at a Holiday Een. And you know wot? It had a putt-putt golf course on the een-side!"
That was it. Hook, line, and sinker. He had me at TenneSSeeee.
I wish I could say we fell in love immediately and we've been together ever since, but that's not the case. It took a little bit of timing. I sort of touched on this topic before. Let me be rot quick (sorry - still in accent mode) and tell you all about it.
1. I had a long distance boyfriend in Oklahoma (the one with the last name of Little).
2. He had a long distance girlfriend in Tennessee (and SHE was named after a toothpaste. Really. Try to guess which one).
3. We became good friends. We flirted. A LOT. We spent a lot of time together. He paid for everything. But we were just friends.
4. I broke up with my long distance boyfriend (well, I didn't do it. He didn't do it, either. We just decided to break up since we weren't living in the same state and we were 19.)
5. He broke up with his long distance girlfriend.
6. He dated my one and only friend from my California high school. Even though she knew I liked him. She KNEW it.
7. About 8 months later, they broke up.
8. We stayed friends (much to her dismay).
9. About a year and a half after our initial meeting, we were watching Against All Odds (at my house. On VHS) and there's this part in the movie where the main actress won't let the main actor kiss her. And I said, "Oh, come on. She's going to let him. She's just fighting it for now, but she'll give in."
AND WHAM! Hubby just pounced on me! Seriously! He came from out of nowhere. It's possible I was sitting up and he just picked me up and threw me down, and planted a big one on me. All I know is that I pushed and shoved him away. I knew my one and only high school friend would hate me if I dated him AFTER her. (Girl code and all that. But we won't mention that she dated him even though she knew I liked him. My lips are sealed. No mention.) So I fought him off (and he let me. He's much bigger than me so I imagine he could have had his way with me, but he was a gentleman).
About a minute later, he pounced on me AGAIN!!!!
At that point, it was kind of late. And I was kind of tired. And I didn't have a lot of energy. And I liked him. I'd never not liked him.
So I let him.
And the chords of Unchained Melody swoop in and rise to a crescendo!!!!!!
And we lived happily ever after! :) :) :)
Epilogue: High school friend was quite upset with me. I didn't tell her for a whole month. I kept it a secret. And then I told her.
She wrote me a 13 page letter (FRONT AND BACK!) and delivered it to my house. When I opened the front door, she threw the letter at me (it hit my face!!! really!!!!) and walked away. Never seen her since. I wish I had kept that letter! I would put a couple of snippets in here for your reading pleasure. But I didn't. I read it and then I threw it away. Let's just say, she was very very very very mad at me. And she put it in writing. And she repeated it for 13 pages (FRONT AND BACK!).
It's been a long time now.
Are you thinking of me differently? Do you think I broke Girl Code? Do you think I'm a boyfriend stealer? I sure hope not. Because let's all remember that she went out with him when she knew I liked him. Did I already tell you that?
And I won't go into the whole story of why my hubby asked her out in the first place.
Okay, I will.
I didn't want him to know I liked him so I acted like I didn't. Meanwhile, my "friend" acted like she liked him ALL THE DANG TIME. So . . . being the 17 year old that he was, he went for the sure thing. He claims he never really liked her. I tend to believe him. Unless we're fighting. And then I yell, "You asked so-and-so on a date before you asked me!!!!" Sob, sob, sob and then he apologizes and I win whatever it is we were arguing about. :)
How'd you meet your hunny??? Link up with Chrissy and tell me all about it. And don't leave out any details! I love details! :)