- Ms. Sloth
- 8 years ago
- Wedding: May 2011 - Bartram's Garden
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The boy and I met through friends. I was good friends with these two guys, S and T, that I worked with. They went to college together, moved to Philly at the same time, got a place and one got a job at my company, then got the other a job there.
A few months later, a third friend of theirs from college moved to the city as well, and moved into their third bedroom. They also got him a job at our company. That was my future beloved.
We called the guys “the triplets” since they lived and worked together. I was way closer with the first two guys because the boy was very shy, and because he had a girlfriend who lived a few hours away and he spent every weekend with her. I’d always thought he was kind of cute, but didn’t think much else about him.
Eventually he broke up with his girlfriend and started hanging out with us more. He and I realized that we had a lot in common, but I still just thought of him as a friend. He used to come by my desk at work with mix CDs that he made for me, and the guy I sat next to kept saying “He totally likes you!” but I didn’t believe it.
At one point, after I’d known him for a little bit more than a year, he and I made plans to go see one of our favorite bands with another friend of ours. At the last minute our other friend backed out, so it was just me and the boy. We got pretty drunk and were also so giddy about the music, and at one point, I found myself kind of wanting to kiss him. That was the first time I’d really had that feeling. When we left the bar that night, we kind of had a moment where I thought we might kiss, but we didn’t.
A couple of weeks later, another friend of mine had a party that was called a “Pimp and Hoedown” where people had to come dresses as a pimp or a ho or a cowboy or a cowgirl. A bunch of my friends went, including all of the triplets.
I was kind of flirting with the boy on and off that night. At one point, one of my girlfriends and I stepped outside to get some air. A few minutes later, the boy came outside and my friend excused herself in an oh-so-subtle manner. The boy looked all shy and cute and said something kind of silly like “Can I kiss you?” and I all goofily said “Okay!” and then we were making out outside of some bar, while we were dressed like cowboys!
We started casually dating after that, but I wasn’t looking for anything serious AT ALL. Eventually, though, he won me over with how sweet and cute and funny and nice he was. And here we are, about six years later!
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