It's Flashback Friday time again. After you are done reading mine go check out Anne Glamore's site My Tiny Kingdom for some more lovey stories.
I met Roy in October of 2003. We were introduced by a mutual friend who told us both "It wouldn't have to be anything serious, but you might get a new friend out of meeting". The first time we went out was with a group of about 15 people, and we went to see "The Texas Chainsaw Massacre". Now if you don't know me you wouldn't know that I hate scary movies. I hate being scared. So this was a pretty big deal. A few of the other girls went to see a girly movie but I wanted to go to the same movie as the guy I was meeting. I hated the movie, but played it off pretty cool. When the night ended we said "nice to meet you" and went our own ways. We saw each other again on Thanksgiving. We talked a little bit of small talk and again said goodnight at the end of the night. Kim (the mutual friend) told me that Roy wanted to take me out to dinner so I told her to tell him to call me. I found out later that her husband was telling Roy I wanted to go out to dinner with him and he should call me. He called me and we decided to go to dinner and a movie. Kim and Jeremy wanted to go with us. It was the worst date of my life. I paid for my own dinner and movie and movie snacks. We barely said four words to each other. At the end of the night I was convinced that I had not found my new boyfriend or friend.
Then he called me and asked if I wanted to go get dinner. Just us. I reluctantly agreed. We went out to a sports bar (fine with me) and had the best time. We couldn't quit talking. By the end of the night I knew Roy was a pretty cool guy (and double dating on the first few dates is not a good idea).
We officially moved in together in February of 2004 (I say officially because I pretty much never left after our first date) and on November 7, 2004 we went to Las Vegas (with my parents, brother and about 14 of our friends, those who couldn't make it watched on line) and got married at A Little White Wedding Chapel. It was great. You see, I'm not one of those girls who planned my wedding when I was 6 and dreamed about it my whole life. I am the kind of girl that wanted to get married in Las Vegas. We had a real ceremony with a real minister (no Elvis impersonators for us). My dress was not white but that is just me, I chose a Barbie dress and went with black and pink. We sent out real invitations and then my Mom hired a caterer to come to the hotel suite and set up food and a real wedding cake before we got back. It was great. so here are the pictures from my wedding.
I can't believe he believed I wouldn't do it!!