- 3 years ago
Oh, bees! It’s been such a long time… I miss this place!!
I have an amazing story to tell you if you are in the mood for some long reading and good entertainment.
After begging my boyfriend of almost 2 years for a proposal, I finally called it quits. I knew if it would have been right for both of us, he would have already asked me, without a doubt in his mind.
Fast forward one year later, I’ve had a few dates, one 6 month “relationship”, and I was DONE WITH MEN. I swore them off for a few weeks, then enter Mister R… totally out of the blue.
I was photographing a wedding in my hometown. They were a couple I knew, and I was really close to one of the groomsmen (we’ll call him J). We had worked together for a year and a half and became really good friends. He had just moved to California (this is important later). After the ceremony and before the reception, J was telling me that Mister R, the best man and the groom’s brother, had been saying things about me… like groomsmen talk… Oh, photographer, meet me in the coat closet at 7 pm… yeah… things like that. UGH! I was appalled. J also told me that Mister R was going to ask me to dance. So at my 7 hour mark, on the dot, I skedaddled as quickly as I could from the reception to avoid Mister R.
2 hours later, I am in my PJs downloading wedding photos when J calls, begging me to come to the after party at the cabins they rented. He totally guilt tripped me into it, since he had just moved to Cali. So I put on some halfway cute clothes and headed to the party. Who was waiting OUTSIDE and came up to me like white on rice? Mister R. I talked to him for a minute, then tried conversing with others, although Mister R was following me around like a fly. After about an hour of mingling, Mister R and I sat at the kitchen table and talked for a couple of hours. Um. I was kind of smitten. I was absolutely shocked! He was not even close to the type of man I imagined him to be. His phone was dead, so at the end of the night, he gave me his number. He had just moved back to the area and was in the process of buying a house, so he was staying with his parents at the time. His parents lived really close to where the party was, so he asked if I’d give him a ride home. I did, and before he got out of the car, he took my hand and told me it was really nice talking to me, and that he hoped we could do it again sometime. Aw! (side note – we are from the same tiny hometown! I can’t believe we had never met, he was a bit older than me; he had already been graduated for a year by the time I got to high school.. and moved out of state for about 10 years).
So the next day, I wasn’t sure if it was too soon to text him.. I sought advice from the best of the best, and we determined it was okay since I lived two hours away. I texted him and we shared a few texts back and forth. The next day he called me, and we talked for a bit. Once that week we had a 4.5 hour phone conversation!!! I was coming back to town for another wedding the very next weekend so he asked if he could take me to dinner. I obliged, and oh my goodness was I nervous! The first date went so well. It was incredible. I even called into work Monday to work from home so I could stay in town longer 🙂 After that weekend, we traveled back and forth to see each other for about a month or so, and finally decided we really couldn’t stand being away from each other. So in December I quit my job, moved back to my hometown to be with him, and started pursuing photography full time (I’d been doing it on the side for about 3 years). He proposed in February with his great-grandmother’s original engagement ring. It fit PERFECTLY. Size 7.5. If that’s not a sign, I don’t know what is 😉
We are getting married in May in his parents backyard. I am starting to get really, really excited. At first it seemed so far away but this summer has just flown by!
So, I think the moral of the story is wait for the right one. He will come along, and you’ll just know 🙂