My wife asked me to write MY version of our love story for Valentines day. Ladies, get your tissues ready because I’m going to take you on a heartfelt voyage that makes The Notebook seem like a cheap wannabe in comparison. Seriously, you’re going to want to dump your husband/boyfriend. Due to the fact that I absolutely adore my wife I have decided to comply with her wishes; not only that, but the fact that I’m awesome as hell and you will want to read every word I say.
When my wife requested my input I had one condition and that was that I could write it my way and not be all lovey dovey. You’re welcome.
Krista began her narrative with the irrelevant story of how we first met at a party. My lovely bride claims that we “met” at a house party my roommates and I were having…and apparently, it’s entirely true. Hahaha, sorta. But in my defense let’s look at where each of us were at that point in each other’s lives.
It was during the Fall football season of 2008, or as historians refer to it in texts, “The most epic time in history, ever.” It was my senior year in college, and this is where I basically had two concerns in life. Football and “staying hydrated.”
I like to think that in that moment of time Krista and I weren’t at the right places in our life to end up together. I was a cocky, care-free, egotistical and a self-absorbed individual. Krista was a girl from Arizona, who didn’t know how to clear snow off her windshield, a pain the in the ass…I mean Krista was a young and beautiful girl who I was lucky to have say hi to me at our sweetass house party. 😉
So we continued on our own paths…
I graduated college in May 2009. Moved back home due to my job after college falling victim to the economic recession, worked on our family farm, coached my old High School Football team and wound up working in the North Dakota Bakken as a contract geologist.
Being a geologist! FUCK YEAH!
Yeah, this picture is what the landscape was like where I resided for months. Seriously.
The way I accurately and correctly remember the story is this:
Few days later, Krista posted this picture to Facebook.
I said her dog was kinda cute, she said I was kinda-like-alotta-cute and then we talked for 10 hours. The conversation began as any other would, gauging her interests and getting to know her. I slowly began finding out she was as beautiful inside as she was outside…and Krista was smoking hot. Like phreatomagmatic explosion hot. Google that, it’s hot.
Anyway, the conversation started out from “hanging out sometime,” to a coffee date, to going and seeing whatever Twilight movie was playing (Spoiler Alert: It was lame as hell). I didn’t focus on the movie but rather focused on her, wanting to know everything about her. At the end of the night, embarrassingly enough, I chickened out to kiss her but she pulled me in and kissed me. O_O
OK, “real talk” time bruh!! I turned my charm faucets to the permanent “ON” position and she totes fell for me cuz I’m a boss. Or…what REALLY happened is that this incredibly beautiful, genuinely good-hearted and down-to-Earth princess somehow found it in her heart to fall for me. She somehow saw all the way through me and despite the numerous flaws, still enjoyed the view. I’m sure my chiseled jaw line, firm buttocks and love of English bulldogs tempted her slightly but she somehow managed to see a guy worth marrying.
That’s the beginning from my perspective. Maybe one day I will enlighten you to the day I first met her parents, almost threw up on her grandmother when first meeting her, or the story about me bench-pressing a car with one arm to save a litter of kittens while the building next to us was on fire. Until then…enjoy how sexy I look in these photos. I mean how pretty Krista is in them… O_O