How DID we meet?

This is one of stories only your close friends know because it’s that lame.

(all of the a.) b.) and c.)’s were true…and a majority of the stories are true…except the part about me being drunk…I don’t know where you guys get the idea I drink..;)

My friend had sent me a picture of this guy she wanted me to see that was on matchmaker.com, but in order for me to view the picture I had to be a ‘member’. She said, ‘just sign up and we can get a good giggle out of it.’

I took a step further. After signing up and reading the guys profiles and then going and looking the profiles of the women I was inspired! I decided to make this over the top ad that portrays me as the type of woman that men would go running and screaming from. I mocked the women’s emotional pleas for a ‘real’ man. I was obnoxious.
In one part of my ad where it asks what you want in a relationship I said, “I am looking for a man that will love me and my stuffed animals.” It was some funny ass shit.

I got a few responses from men that clearly understood that it was a joke and would say, “That was one of the funniest ads I have ever read in my life, thanks for the laugh.”

After going through my email I decided to check out mm.com and see what was going on. I happened on a profile of a guy that’s screen name had MY football team in it. I read through his profile and it was okay. He talked about how HIS BOYS (aka MY TEAM) were going to go to the AFC Championship game. He had not updated because we did go to the game and we won. I decided to be obnoxious and tell him that I had gone to the game.
Perhaps I was two sheets in the wind…but my message read:

I got to go.

That’s it. That’s all it said.

He emailed me back and probably said something obnoxious like, ‘don’t forget your depends.’ or ‘sounds like a personal problem lady’. After emailing back and forth I finally got to see his sense of humor and decided that there was a good chance he might not be a stalker. I gave him my phone number and he called me, or I called him. We talked for HOURS about football. This went on for awhile. We never talked about meeting. When we would talk, we would be coming up with how OUR boys were going to have to play for the superbowl to win.

The day of the superbowl we had called each other for the game and asked what the other one was doing, but had no plans of spending it with each other. He called me after the game and even though I had been avoiding the phone ALL day. He said, “How you doing sweetie?” and I swear I almost cried. He was hurting too and thought enough to call me to make sure I was doing okay.
When we did meet it was cool because he came up to the Tree and we hung out and played ‘bullshit’ (dice version) and talked. We were already friends at this point so even if we didn’t ‘go there’ it was okay…I still had my football buddy.

He liked me. Then a month later he broke up with me the DAY AFTER VALENTINES DAY.
(go ahead and boo him now) My girlfriends did what every good girlfriend would. They made fun of him…but the only thing they could come up with was, ‘he had small hands’.

We stayed ‘friends’, but both dated other people and even though I stayed his friend I was silently pissed that he didn’t think that I was the perfect girl for him. It was about 8 months later and I invited him to my graduation from college not thinking he would really come. He did.

I called him one night while I was in his neck of the woods and he said he was going to the movies and invited me to go with him. I was sposta be going out with my friends that night at the bar (Hi Tina!!) and I was meeting my on again/off again boyfriend there later on.
I HAD NO IDEA HOW LONG ‘BAD BOYS 2’ WAS! I was so late to meet everyone…but I didn’t care. I had SO much fun hanging out with Shaun again.

We started talking to each other after that. I started getting the emails that made me laugh during the day. I looked forward to going home and just calling him. He said, “Let’s try it again.” and we did.

One night a couple months later we were laying in bed laughing about something and I said, “Ooooooohhh, I think you likkkkkkke meeeeeee.” and he said, “No. I love you.”