If you haven’t heard the news, Joe and I are officially engaged! It’s the weirdest most exciting feeling.
I never wrote a post about how Joe and I met and fell head over heels for each other. I think it’s high time.
March 26, 2010 (Yes, I’m very good with dates)
It was a Friday night. A friend and I were bored and so bar hopping seemed like the perfect idea. We headed out to a bar I don’t remember and met up with a couple guys that my friend knew. We decided to switch to another bar in town called the Zen bar. Nothing fancy, just your typical bar. As soon as we walked in, the boys immediately went to the bar to grab a drink and settle in to watch some basketball. It was March Madness, of course.
A couple guys were standing around watching the game. The two guys we came in with started talking to them. One was Walter. The other was Joe. In this large group of 6, everyone was talking except Joe. He seemed pleasant and was always listening and laughing with the rest of us. I noticed he was wearing a UT baseball hat, grey shirt and shorts. I kept glancing at him and when there was a lull in the conversation I made my way over to him to introduce myself.
His sweet smile was enough for me. We chatted for a while as we drank some beer. No, Joe and I were not sober when we met. It certainly wasn’t the most romantic, but it doesn’t really matter does it?
By the end of the night, we had certainly familiarized ourselves with each other. There was some smoochin goin on, but we don’t need to delve too deep into that.
As we parted ways that evening, I told him to call/text me the next day. Looking back, I was pretty bold. Thank goodness he didn’t think I was a stage 5 clinger.
March 27, 2010
He didn’t call! Or text! The day ticked by with nothing from that man. Around 7 p.m. I made the decision to text him. Yeah, I was bold. I didn’t have anything to lose really. He texted back and I met up with him and his brother at a local bar in my college town. I think he wanted his brother there for a few reasons. 1. So if I was crazy Joe would have moral support and an excuse to dash the hell outta there. 2. Michael (to no knowledge of my own) is a talker. He can talk to anyone, unlike quiet Joe. He’s good to have around to avoid awkward silences.
Michael was a huge help that night. He kept the conversation going while Joe and I made googly eyes at each other. Each topic of conversation had me liking Joe more and more. They both liked me so much, I was invited back to Michael’s house. It was that butterflies-in-my-stomach, so-excited-where-this-could-go feeling. I ended up crawling into bed around 3 that morning. I had a permanent grin on my face for the next 24 hours.
The following week
Sunday came and Joe and I were on the phone with each other each night for the next week. We talked for hours on end only getting a few hours of sleep each night. I knew during that week we’d end up dating.
April 9, 2010
Joe took me to his parents lake house for the first time. It was there on the back porch that he asked me to be his girlfriend and make everything “official.” I obviously said yes. I’ll always remember his response after I said yes. He had been hunting for some wasp spray because he found a nest earlier in the day. As soon as I said yes, he immediately stood up and said, “Good cuz I gotta get some wasp killer.” So romantic he is.
If you are awesome at math then you’d know that he asked me two weeks to the day of meeting him. We were pretty quick about things, but he was quickly becoming my best friend.
Just something kinda funny: Walter, the guy Joe was with at the Zen bar, was present when two other friends of Walter’s met their future wives. We were the third couple. Poor Walter has a way of matching other people up and he can’t seem to snag his own chickadee.
August 25, 2012
We had plans to head off to the lake house for some good relaxation. I’ll be honest. I was a little disappointed when I learned that Joe’s parents were already out on the lake. We arrived at the house around 1 p.m. expecting them to come back within the hour. Joe’s dad’s coworker and his wife were in town and they were out on the water getting a grand tour. They didn’t get back until after 4 p.m. I started complaining how it was a waste of a day. I could be running errands or taking a nap. Jeez!
We ditched getting out on the water all together and instead made our way to dinner for some grub. After some okay Mexican food and goodbyes to his dad’s friends and Joe’s brother, we made our way back to the house to watch the sunset. It’s a little luxury that is greatly enjoyed every time we visit the lake house.
Joe suggested we go down to the dock and watch the sunset there. I didn’t mind. I wanted some new pictures of the sunset from other angles then my typical up-at-the-house photo. Once we got down there, we started taking some pictures. As I was snapping away for some great photos, Joe was mysteriously behind me.
This is how the conversation went:
Joe: “Hey. I know what I want for my birthday.”
Amber: “Oh yeah? What’s that?”
Joe: “You’re going to have to turn around.”
Amber: *turns around* AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
And I have no idea what he said after that…
Probably something on the lines of “Will you marry me?”
I was shaking like a leaf and my stomach was doing flips. Not so great when I’ve just eaten my weight in chips and salsa. No upchuck though. And I teared up a little, but I didn’t cry. I think I was more concerned about throwing up. Ha!
Back tracking a little…
I was expecting him to propose some time after the first week in October. My dad is visiting the first week in October and I know Joe had been meaning to have the talk with my dad. Joe knew that I knew that and so he was a tricky little devil. He spoke to my family last week and everything else was pretty much a breeze.
I really had no idea he was doing it until he told me to turn around. I was expecting him to say he wants the newest MLB playstation game or some crazy electronic I can pick up at Best Buy. I never noticed the ring box bulging from his pocket or any little hints that would suggest something was about to happen. He certainly surprised me.
It was seriously the perfect proposal. He chose a place we both love and frequent. A place that has brought us closer and a place that will evidently be in our future. Plus, no one else will ever be engaged on that specific spot and dock. His parents plan to retire there, so that house will have a special place in our hearts for a while.