- Miss Samson
- 7 years ago
There’s nothing like a perfectly placed snow day to feed my semi-serious addicition to wedding planning. My obsession with planning only has one tiny little problem: I’m not engaged yet.
I can remember years ago, a friend was actively planning (and by actively planning, I mean actually booking venues, buying favors, etc.) her wedding, but her significant other of over ten years hadnt yet proposed. I thought it was incredibly odd to be doing so. But, I have seen the error of my ways.
Being able to create a vision of what I want my someday wedding to be, without the pressure of committing to any one thing right now has allowed me the creative freedom to change my mind about a billion times. I’ve come up with more themes, color schemes, and favor ideas than I care to admit. I keep track of all my findings in Microsoft One Note, which has proved to be an incredibly helpful tool. It’s like a virtual wedding binder, which is awesome, because buying a wedidng binder or other hard copy wedding planning book is something I won’t allow myself to do yet.
But, I have been itching to join the wedding blogging world, and since I can see a ring on the horizon, I figured what better way to start, than to document what will arguably be the best moment of my life.
Let me start by telling you a little about myself and Mr. Samson. Mr. Samson went to college, and roomed with, a friend of mine from high school. I vaguely recall meeting him sometime during the four years of college — so between 1997 and 2001 — when his roommate and my friend brough him home for the weekend. Mr. Samson is from out in the Reading area.
The next time we met, and this I remember well, was September 2001. Our mutual friend was having a college graduation party. I remember thinking Mr. Samson was super cute, funny, and totally dateable. Unfortunately for me, Mr. Samson didn’t feel the same way. He was still in college (on the five year plan), and I was finished and out in the working world — we were on two different paths.
Fast forward to Fall/Winter 2005. After being dumped by what felt like the 100th jerk on the planet, I finally decided to try online dating. I hadn’t yet formally joined the online dating community (read: paid for it) when I received a “wink.” I can’t tell you much about the profile…but I can tell you I remember thinking this guy was attractive, seemed to have his life together, and lived in my area. In order to talk to him, though, I had to join the system. I did, and we began chatting over e-mail. After more than several conversations, Mr. Wink mentioned where he want to college and — you guessed it — the lightbulb went off. This Mr. Wink was my Mr. Samson.
Now, I had spent several years really thinking that Mr. Samson was kind of a douche for not reciprocating my original interest (there were other reasons, but it’s way to much to share). But, for my first foray into online dating, I felt really safe going out on a date with someone I really already knew. So, we did. We met at a local restaurant and had dinner. Afterwards, we sat at the bar for a very long time talking about everything under the sun. It was December 23, 2005.
Now, I’ll save all the details, but we went out a second time and I just wasn’t interested. Maybe it was that Mr. Samson wasn’t the Mr. Samson I met right out of college. We’d both aged a little, were softer around the middile, and dorkier than we remembered each other being. I let Mr. Samson down easy and we promised to stay in touch.
We did, though Mr. Samson was not appreciative of my dropping in and out of his life. He still had feelings for me, and truly thought I did for him. So, when I’d disappear again and again, he became increasingly frustrated. Finally, after all but giving up on me, I agreed to come see his new and newly remodeled home. It was now 2008, on September 21. On that night, I realized that all I was looking for was before me. And I stopped actively trying to avoid it. 🙂
This past June, we moved in together. And soon enough, we’ll be engaged. We have time. And that gives me time to continue to dream without vendor committment. And to blog about it.