The time Ryan and I started dating!

Okay, I am reflecting on this. I will be for the coming week. Our 8 year anniversary is on next Saturday January 24th. That day also has another special reason behind it also. It is my best friend from high school's birthday. So that is how I remember her birthday. Pretty cool right.

Okay this is how Ryan asked me out. You can talk to him about it also, and when you say anything to him. Like how sweet he was or what not. He will blush more than likely. Very cute. All right! I was taking a night class at the Tech, and per my grandma's wishes (and my mom's) they wanted Ryan to escort me to my car or a rent a cop (as we call them). So I asked Ryan to do it. That way we could get to know each other better. So one night he was walking me to my car after class. Looking back I see how flipping nervous he was. We always walked by this couch. So when we were about to get to it. He asked me if we could sit down. I was like okay. But thought what the hell. I want to get home. I am freaking tired. SHHHH! Don't tell him that part. Then I noticed even more how nervous he was. His face was red, and he was jittery. He took out these four candied hearts. For the life of us we can't remember to this day what the damn hearts said. I think they said be mine, cutie pie, and drawing a blank for the other two. You know your normal candied hearts that taste like chalk. He asked me if I would be his girlfriend. Then if I wanted a candied heart. I said yes to both. He was so relieved for me to say yes. I told him later down the road when we were looking back on that. That I really don't like those kind of candied hearts, I like sweettart hearts. But I said that is okay. He said then why did I take one when he asked me. I said because he offered it to me and I didn't want to crush his spirit at that moment. I was being normal. Can any of you women explain it any better? We just do it to make our man happy.

Now, after that all went down. I was going to church with my mom one day. This was between Jan. 24 and the superbowl that year in 2001. I was going to get the car. Well, I missed like three damn steps on our porch, went down. Heard a pop. And sprained my ankle really bad. At the time it was fine. I had these high shoes on that helped keep the swelling down. Came home after being in town. Took off the shoe, and it swelled. I couldn't even walk on it. I did a number on it. Get this I watched the Super Bowl with Ryan at his apartment with my foot up on the chair. And with him getting ice pack after ice pack. What a sweet guy. Then a weekend or so after that. I went home with him to Milwaukee to meet the family. What a lovely way to meet your boyfriends family. But they were gracious. Very welcoming. I don't think I was listening when he told me there was a bathroom downstairs. Because everytime I had to go, I hobbled up them stairs. And oh, I slept on the couch in the living room or in his sister's room. Where ever their was room for me. This was all 2001!

Now we can sleep in the same room and bed and they know nothing will happen. Ryan still feels weird about it though. But I said your parents know that we won't do anything until we get married. But we very seldom sleep in the same bed. Only when his parents house now is full of guests. I mean when the guest room is being used, and his sister is home. We are in his room in the same bed. Nothing kinky goes on ladies. Believe me. And nothing will until we are married. I can swear on a stack of bibles on that one. Well, enough reflecting for now. Talk to you all soon!