well hello there, weddingbee hive.. nice to meet you. you seem nice. i just stumbled across you & wanted to say hel….
psyche! i’ve been creeping around, lurking and stalking you for months!!!!!
it’s true, i stumbled across the ‘bee almost a year ago, and became addicted. i was inspired by the DIY section.. overwhelmed by the amount of information on the boards.. and fell in love with the creativity and charm of the weddingbee bloggers. this was a website i could relate to.
wait, are you engaged? getting engaged soon? no? then why the f are you browsing wedding websites you silly girl?! you’re pathetic!
ok, so now that i know that i’m not the only one creeping around the hive without a ring, and that no one here is going to have the above (rather mean!) reaction to me being here, i can come out of hiding and say hello.
hello! i’m jacquelyn! i’m a 26 year old gemini to the max. i’m a vegetarian, lover of animals, and would be extremely crafty if i could focus on one thing at a time (i kinda have craft ADD.. there are unfinished projects lying around all over the place here). my darling is 24. we live together in brooklyn with our menagerie of 2 mini lions (ok fine, orange tabbies) and our baby doberman pinscher monster puppy. we’ve been together almost a year, and our story is a sweet one that’s been on fast forward since the day we met in a dirty dive bar in philadelphia.
though we both grew up in new jersey, we each migrated to the city of brotherly love- him for school, me for work. we lived right near each other, went to all the same bars and concerts, even had some of the same friends. but we never met. he graduated from film school and moved back to new jersey. around this time last year, we were each newly single after getting out of long term relationships. one weekend in october he came back to philly to visit some friends and they went to a dive bar. i was reluctantly dragged out by my friends, who wanted me to “get out there and meet people” instead of moping around my lonely apartment with my cats (who are great listeners, but just don’t offer the same emotional support as alcohol, so i went). his friends wanted to help him “get out there and meet people” (though i think their wording was simply “meet girls”) too- and in their typical hysterical manner- decided to give his business card to a girl in the bar of his choosing. he picked me. long story short, i’m a sucker for funny dorks, and that’s what he is. and we’ve been inseparable since that night.
after just 2 months of dating, he received a job offer in in manhattan that he could not refuse. we had a few talks of how we were going to make it work and knew that although it would suck royally to be apart- especially in the beginning fun, amazing, awesome, NEW stage of our relationship- we’d deal. we already knew we were in love and it was something worth trying for. one day i went with him to the city to browse apartments, and on our drive back he asked me to pull into a rest stop. we needed to talk. uh, you are NOT breaking up with me after i just effin drove you to manhattan! i thought. we can’t do this, he said. i need you to come with me, or i’m not going.
uhh, jigga whattt? i believe my response to this was a mixture of shaking, sobbing, and a giant run-on sentence consisting of the following: we’ve only been together 2 months! i have a big girl career in philly, an apartment, a car that someone’s gotta pay off if i don’t… who’s going to feed my fe-lions if i’m jobless? i’m mid lease, i won’t get my security deposit back! new york licenses are so weird looking and flimsy! what are you trying to do to me!?!? whaaaaaa.
he just sat there as if he’s seen me freak out like this before. and when i was finished, all he said was we’ll make it work.
so, i quit my job. we found an apartment. we sold our cars. we moved to brooklyn. and we’ve been making it work ever since.
many people tell me that 11 months of dating is a ridiculous amount of time to be expecting a ring and already planning a wedding browsing wedding websites. people think we’re crazy. but we are kind of crazy, and we do things fast, and that’s what works for us. i feel like every situation is different, and the haters can um.. shut their mouths?
we’ve been talking about getting engaged A LOT lately and i think (hope!) that it will be soon. he knows what kind of ring i want. he knows i’m freakishly obsessed with weddingbee. he knows i’m an impatient brat and a control freak, and i’m pretty sure he’s loving the fact that such a big event is going to happen in the somewhat near future and i have absolutely NO CONTROL over it. so here i am, hive.. waiting! i can’t wait to put the MILLIONS of ideas i have into play, and i am SO happy to have found a place where us “in limbos” can feel okay about not having a ring on our finger.. yet!