Sweet Dreams

Last night I dreamed you proposed to me in the front yard. I was immediately stung by a bee and it turns out I'm allergic. Really allergic. So the romantic moment ended in an ER trip. And yet, somehow that seemed completely in line with what I would expect from us, and in fact, made it more appropriate.

We talked a lot about dreams in our early conversations. The sexy ones, the funny ones, the strange ones, and the dreams of the future. Let's take a trip down memory lane...

me: usually it's my alarm going off and in my dream i'll hear a telephone and i'll start searching for it in my dream. i usually end up in the library frantically pulling books off the shelves, looking for the phone that won't stop ringing.

you: Well, I didn't specifically design the dream dates to include sex, but sometimes that kind of stuff happens at the end of dates.

me: i had a dream several weeks ago that i was pregnant and my thought wasn't even, wtf what am i going to do, it was shit! now i can't play 40-hands!

you: you're dreamy ;-)

me: My dream is to buy land and design and build my own house someday. A couple acres, not too far from some metro area, but still with more earth than concrete. A stream would be nice too. And definitely trees. And room for children and dogs to run and play.

you: i dreamt of you ;-). we were in a hotel only it was actually more of a dorm. like a penthouse dorm. nice as shit. like two beds and a bunch of windows and shit. and one of your friends was with us--female--no clue who it was. so we come back home from wherever. and go to bed. and i remember that we made out. i look over at your friend and she's just looking at us and grinning. and then this is where i fucking crack up--and i think it was related to my real-life situation--but you got hot and freaked out and got up and opened the windows, which gave me a chuckle when i woke up. that was most of the dream other than us being awakened early because our penthouse room was adjacent to like the dorm rec room or whatever. i think we bickered a little because you couldn't find your "little timex watch with a blue bezel". i went to close the windows while you were in the shower and the windows were lowe alpine brand and they were janky as shit.

Oh, look--room for dogs to run and play...

A Toast! To us!

Our last vacation was pretty beer heavy. DC in July will likely be the same. If we do Belgium next year, well, that's next level. My point? We're pretty damn Irish. It would make sense then, that many of our conversations also revolve around drinking, right? And given our, ahem, modesty, one-ups-manship about drinking.

Onward!

me: you're talking to an ASU grad. Playboys #1 party school. i know about drinking too much :)
you: in law school, i didn't drink often. but when i did, i went overboard

you: your suggestion of a night dedicated to recalling drinking stories
me: is brilliant?
you: shouldn't we get together and drink? i mean, i'm sounds a little mundane in that context
me: that would be appropriate
you: i love the theme but would like to tweak the medium a bit

you: here's where you're really cute by claiming you can drink more than me ;-)
me: hahaha--i'm pretty damn irish too
you: you know the phrase "well, you gotta be good at something?" i'm good at drinking.
you: drinking fast, drinking for a long time, drinking copious amounts...i'm good at it all
you: sprinter, marathon runner, powerlifter...i'm all of these :-)

you: Drinking is one of my "bad" habits. If i'm going to be bad, i'm going to go all out. Drink what i want. Not worry about a few more calories.

me: so it sounds like we need to somehow combine gear shopping, watching a chick-flick, and drinking large amounts of alcohol
you: what're you up to tonight?

Does this make us alcoholics? I'd have to say no, but the quantity of alcohol in our house might. Better come home soon and get to drinking. We had a Uinta sour cherry birthday something or other tonight...not very good.

Talk Tech to Me

Let's talk about tech, bay-bee, let's talk about you and me...

Oh, technology, how we adore thee. Maybe a little too much, but it just makes us feel superior to everyone else. And what's wrong with that? Our lives would certainly be easier if everyone else was as knowledgeable as us, but I think we (not-so-) secretly like being the ones in the know. And it gives us good stories:

• me: she said when she "hit backwards it was erasing the whole word" 
• me: she'll page and say "sarah, how do i add a box?" so i ask if she's in publisher or word, and she says, "um, microsoft i think" 
• you: i looked at her 2 year old laptop and she had NEVER deleted a file 
• me: she showed me something she had printed that was supposed to be a normal 8.5x11 but had printed as a tiny, tiny little version of it in the upper left hand corner. so i went to look at her computer, and all the settings seemed normal, so i printed one and it came out fine. i told her i didn't know what she did, but it was working now. as i was walking away she said "too bad i can't print exactly 13--it seems silly to have to pick 16 when i only want 13". i immediately did an about face and realized she was selecting the zoom of 16 pages per sheet instead of typing in how many she wanted. 
• you: my mom's the worst. she calls me ALL THE TIME 

Although, just to be clear, I've always been just a little ahead of you on the tech front. I mean, I've been using a computer since I was 11 months old and would play Simon on our very early Mac with my dad. Before I could even read. Fortunately, you've always said that you, "find [my] computer-savviness very cute!!" And that you, "really appreciate someone with computer skills." I share my many talents with you, though, because I'm just that generous.

• me: i've got office 07. i love it 
• you: really?
• me: yeah
• you: i tried it twice. i hate it
• me: it took adjustment, but i love love it
• you: maybe you can teach me

 

Firsts

We've had many firsts over the years--first date, first kiss, first fight, first time meeting the parents, first road trip, first time missing my birthday, first time agreeing our dogs are defective, first time addressing the t-shirt issue, first time trying to agree on a wood stain color... God, we're weird.

Anyway, let's revisit some of those firsts.

First kiss (not each other):

• you: Alison at the mall in 7th grade. We went with my friend Jon and his girlfriend. We were in an exit hallway together and saw Jon and Janette kissing, so I kissed her. It wasn't really romantic or even that memorable because I was absolutely terrified beyond recognition. We dated for a couple of months and then she dumped me.
• me: Byrl, and he was as simultaneously awkward and aggressive as a 14 year old boy could be. He was a classical violinist and pianist with every goosebumps book ever written, and a proud iguana owner. We ended up making out a couple times, and then he said the best/worst line of all time, without any previous comment on the subject from me, when he lifted my shirt... "Don't worry, they'll get bigger someday."

First kiss (each other):

• me: "game recognize game, and you're looking really unfamiliar right now" 
• you: hey, you dissin' my game? id say it's done alright thus far ;-)
• me: your game? psh. that was my game
• you: really?
• me: yep. start to finish
• you: hmmm...im gonna have to disagree on that one a bit
• me: how so?
• you: well, i think id agree that the first kiss was mutual
• me: 1) who suggested we meet? 2) who suggested we meet for the first time the same day it came up? 3) who gave out her phone number without waiting for you to ask because you took way the hell too long?
• you: hey, i didnt need it at that point! according to you, miss game-killer, you were talking to someone else
• me: 4) who extremely unsubtly said she needed something to do the following evening? 5) who then invited you to stay longer than originally planned?
• you: i was just being respectful
• me: i WAS talking to someone else...so? no risk, no reward
• you: ouch. you make me sound like a huge pussy here ;-)
• me: i can keep going

First time I knew you were my type:

• you: It reminds me of how much time I spent designing my resume. Seriously. I even paid money to download additional fonts to try in Word. I think I tried 9 or 10 different types of paper, 3 or 4 different printers to find the one that printed best, etc. The seemingly simple task of building a resume consumed nearly weeks of my life.

First time you knew I was your type:

• me: my first concert was Iron Maiden

Planning our first in-person meeting:

• you: do you have a preference for activities? not sure what your ideal first meeting would be, considering im a stranger
• me: nah
• you: and could still, at this point, be a complete lunatic
• me: as long as you're not taking me into the woods
• you: so a large, open field would be ok?
• me: yes

Still many firsts to come...hope they're just as strange and blog-worthy...

Speaking of strange, this is relatively entertaining:

You know what music is? Harmonic connection between all living beings.

Good thing I have you to dictate what my music style is.

me: i'm fairly music illiterate as nathan broadcasts to anyone who will listen so [I often listen to] shallow, what they play on the radio crap

You came armed and ready with plenty of options.

you: 15.2 days of 24/7 music without repeating a song. i have purchased a ridiculous amount of stuff from itunes. probably around $1200.

Although, all you really wanted was one specific song.

me: get me drunk and put on [I'm a Playa] and i bust out the whitest rapping the world has seen
you: that's my new goal. wait...that makes me sound like a freak
me: you are
you: it's what i say to all the ladies...

But at least you're willing to make a fool of yourself, too.

you: Two others that I love to belt out are "American Pie" and "Sweet Caroline." I've definitely gotten on stage at a karaoke bar and I wasn't too drunk. Beer definitely helps, but I don't have to have it. I don't always get up when I go, though, because I'm a horrible singer. Understand, though, that I have no qualms whatsover about making an ass of myself in front of a room full of people...I just try not to make it a habit of forcing an entire bar full of people to suffer through my rendition of "Friends in Low Places." Or "Baby Got Back."

You made me a sweet quasi-mixed tape by email, but were concerned I might read into the lyrics.

you: some of the songs/names/lyrics may be meaningful/sappy in relation to our current situation, that's not necessarily the reason they were picked (ie i didnt do this to make you swoon over romantic music, though if you do, that's pretty cute, too)

I promise I didn't read into them. I'm not sure what I would interpret "Last night there was a horse in the road" to mean, anyway.

Feeeeeeed Me

Amongst our friends, we're both known as weird eaters. Me more than you, I'm sure, but I'm not alone in my pickiness! Onto the record:

you: what's your favorite food?
me: don't have one. i refrain from picking favorites in most things. i like mexican food and italian food. i like american
you: what food do you really, really, really, really, really like?
me: steak & potatoes, salads, anything sweet (major sweet tooth) as long as it's not flavored chocolate

I didn't fall for your little trick--I DON'T PICK FAVORITES.

you: What food can you not resist?
me: There isn't anything that I CAN'T resist, but there are plenty I don't usually resist. Lime chips with guacamole, skittles, reese's, cheese of just about any kind (except maybe swiss), raspberries, anything raspberry flavored, cheesecake...well, to make this easier to type out, basically anything fatty or sweet.

You never have listened very well. Again--no favorites.

you: do you like sushi?
me: NO
you: do you like seafood?
me: NO
you: do you like food?
me: yes
you: do you eat meat?
me: oh yes

Well, you didn't run away yet--but did you consider it?

you: so far, no red flags, except the seafood thing, which i think we can work around

Phew! Alright, well, maybe we can find some food things we can agree on?

you: food/sexual activities--good combo or leave the combos for mcdonalds?
me: you're so witty
you: hehe
me: i think some foods work well in the bedroom, and some do not
you: yeah, avocados SUCK
me: i love avocado. i would eat that off anything
you: good to know ;-)
me: honey was suggested once, but i am not interested in that...waaay too sticky and messy
you: not in as much of a sexual way, but more in a food fight
me: i'd be fine with that for some food, not honey
you: ok
me: like whipped cream would be fine
you: YES!
me: honey would be a nightmare to clean up
you: YEAH. hair. sheets.
me: ugh. pass.

Guess it's time to bust out the avocado and whipped cream and go to town...

Wedding Plans

Since you told me that I "needn't worry about scaring [you] away by talking about dreams of weddings", I should probably bring that fun topic up. As you know, it's one of my favorites. Just to remind you, here's what you had to say about wedding talk:

"First, these topics aren't ominous to me. Second, just because you mention a wedding, or even 'our kids' or something of the sort, I know that this is not your way of saying "I want to get pregnant tomorrow." I say similar things all the time, so I hope you share my thoughts on this topic."

So, that being said, let's go back to the day we consider ourselves officially dating: December 18, 2007. And this little convo:

you: we could elope, while i'm dressed in armor, and riding a dog
me: my mom always suggested it
you: that would BE hot
me: the eloping anyway...the details she left up to me. she also said she'd write me a check instead of paying for a wedding
you: to cover the $50 eloping fee?
me: no, i think she's thinking more like 10k
you: OH
me: she thinks weddings are drama
you: so we could elope, then invest in some better armor and livery and go slay some dragons?
me: i'll watch
you: alright, will you put on a fluffy dress and ride side saddle?
me: of course
you: HOT. I'm gonna go sharpen my broadsword.
me: hopefully you'll survive the dragon slaying though 'cause i won't get a second check

Also, I'll just throw it out there that you said you wanted to marry Leann Womack. So at least I know you want to marry someone ;).