About Us...

Our relationship has been a comedy of errors since the beginning, we never had a “meet-cute” like you'll see in “When Harry met Sally” or “Serendipity” if you ask FI Fishie we actually met about 6 months before I say we do. But, this is my blog and I'll tell the story the way I remember it!

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Alright, like any good story teller I better set the stage: I was engaged to another man at the time and actively planning my wedding. (It was going to be a beautiful winter-wonderland wedding btw, but that's besides the point) So I, obviously, wasn't exactly looking for someone else. I was content in my relationship and excited to be getting married. In hindsight, it was a horrible relationship and a bad idea for me to even consider getting married to that man but without him I never would've met FI Fishie so it all worked out in the end. Well, FI Fishie was supposed to be the best man in my “other wedding” ha ha gotta love irony at work.

To my recollection FI Fishie and I actually “met” a few times. Once, when ex-FI and I were driving though the city where FI Fishie was living and we stopped in to see him, but it was only for a few minutes so I don't think it counts but the only reason I mention it is because according to FI Fishie I said that “It's a good thing I didn't meet (FI Fishie) first cause I'd be marrying him right now instead of (ex-FI)” like I said, I love irony at work. The first meeting I fully remember is when FI Fishie came down to my house after ex-FI and I had broken up (one out of a million times) and he brought me dry roasted peanuts. To some that may seem like no big deal but this was after FI Fishie and I had been texting each other for a couple days and I casually mentioned something about liking peanuts but not the honey roasted kind, I liked the dry roasted kind. I guess the universe decided that we weren't supposed to be together yet since I wound up getting back with ex-FI after that. But, as is always true with any great romance FI Fishie waited patiently for me to figure out what I wanted and after ex-FI had done yet another stupid thing to make me mad I made a phone call to FI Fishie and told him to “Get in his pretty little car and drive” and meet me at the movie theater. Did I go into this thinking it would be our first date? No! I was steaming mad and needed to get out of my house and FI Fishie was the only one who responded to my text message.
Remember, I said I wasn't looking for someone? Yeah, I was actively NOT looking. I was the type who could go out and no matter what, I'd get hit on. I once flirted with the guy at Wal-Mart just so I didn't have to carry something heavy out to my car. Never underestimate the “Pretty Girl” factor, I'm “pretty” I acknowledge it and I admit to abusing that fact . But, that's not why you called-you wanted to hear the juicy details of how I met him at the theater and immediately fell head over heels in love, you wanted to hear all about the phone call I made telling my ex to get the heck out of my house and that we were done for good. Unfortunately, I told you that ours was a comedy of errors and not a romantic comedy. Thus, I did not fall in love that night. I did not make a frantic phone call telling my ex to get the h-e-double hockey sticks out of my house. We watched a movie, “The Dark Knight” with Heath Ledger to be specific (although I'll never get past him in “10 Things I Hate About You” or “A Knight's Tale” sorry Heath). 

I used my best “pretty girl” moves on him-I snuggled up to him in the theater (cuz those theaters are drafty ya know), I asked to see him lame-o bachelor pad (complete with roommate in the living room playing a video game), I flipped my hair, I did my best to flirt and I...Got...Nothing! Looking back, we joke about it now that on our first date neither of us really knew it WAS a date. If you ask FI Fishie he'll tell you that I paid for my own ticket so that means it couldn't have been a date.Things with ex-FI slowly got worse and worse until it reached the point where I was spending more time with FI Fishie and lying to my ex about it. And my excuses were lame to boot I wasn't really hiding anything “Honey I'm just gonna run to the store I'll be back later” and those “later”s turned into 3 to 4 hr long “trips to the store”.
Flash forward one month and finally, I broke things off with my ex for good and who was the first person I called? FI Fishie of course! He was nice enough to let me stay at his apartment for a few days while my ex moved his crap out of my house. So how did we move from “friends” to “dating”? Yeah, there was no “official” asking “will you be my girlfriend?” we were in FI Fishie's room at his apartment and his roommate was talking on the phone with someone and said “(FI Fishie) and his girlfriend are here too...” or something along those lines which elicited the typical “Am I your girlfriend?” response from me. His answer? “I don't know do you want to be?” and that's how it all started people. This is not some love story for the ages I know. But, that's just how the Fishies are-we're laid back people who don't want to rock the boat.