In honor of actually remembering my wedding anniversary this year, I thought I’d share the story of me and my husband’s official first date.
It was the second half of my senior year of highschool and Boobie(what everyone calls my hubs) had a habit of just “arriving” at my house unannounced and this evening was no different. I was taking a nap when one of my brothers came and told me he was waiting downstairs. I still remember what I was wearing: A black, red and white sweater, some oversized blue jeans and all red K-Swiss. I cringe now at how I dressed back then but considering my early influences (my mom and J.W.’s) I’d like to say I had two very good excuses. Normally being told the boy you like has come to see you would make a girl smile but for me it set off an immediate anxiety attack. I panicked and asked my brothers if he was in the house, which I knew he was but I was saying a silent prayer hoping he decided to wait outside for me instead, I asked my brother where he was and he said the kitchen and I immediately froze and became completely annoyed. I’m sure he had to have been getting use to the crazy dysfunction that was our house by this time, but I had a feeling what greeted him and his friend when they walked through our back door that night caught them off guard just a lot little.
Let me set the scene:
The back door lead to the kitchen which had just been recently almost burned down (thanks to forgotten fried chicken, panic and a subsequent grease fire-only the fourth grease fire in my childhood to almost claim our kitchen, and our home), pots, pans and burnt flour were everywhere and all four of my brothers were cleaning the kitchen with bald heads (due to attempting to fix four haircuts gone terribly wrong) and there were at least 5 black cats running around between the kitchen and the living room (my cat had recently had kittens, they all just happened to be black except for one). This is even weird for me as I’m typing it. Normally, everyone came through the front door leading to the living room and had he done this, he wouldn’t have been exposed to the children of the corn that were cleaning the mess made in hell’s kitchen. (complete with black cats) As he was waiting for me to come down the stairs I can’t imagine what could have been going through his head but as we often recall this night and laugh about it years later he told me what he was thinking:
In his words…”I thought I had stepped into the twilight zone, I didn’t know whether to run or hide. Your brothers looked like they had just joined a cult, the kitchen smell like smoke and all I see are black cats running around. I was thinking, what the heck did I just get myself into.” To which I reply, “that’s o.k., I’ve asked myself that about you a time or ten myself. Too sarcastic for my own good.
It took me a couple of minutes to come downstairs as I attempted to get myself together and figure out a sane explanation for the chaos. He did a great job of covering his shock and flashed a cute but nervous smile as I walked through the kitchen trying not to show my complete humiliation. I wanted to kill the brother that opened the door and allowed Boobie into our dysfunction. I smiled back and while part of me wanted to give an explanation a voice said why bother, he already thinks you’re crazy. As his friend stood behind him surveying the insanity, he asked me if I wanted to go to get something to eat with him to celebrate his friends birthday. (Not only did my brothers let him in, they let his friend in too. Of all times to bring the BFF along) I could tell he was doing everything in his little teenage boy power to keep his eyes on me and not the destruction behind me. And I swear I saw what looked like a half smirk as he was talking to me. I quickly replied yes and all but pushed them out the door. Really wanting to go, I didn’t even bother to tell my father who sat in the living room watching T.V, where I was going. I just told him I would be back shortly and surprisingly he nodded o.k. For some reason he was fond of my husband and was actually nice to him.
We left and went out to eat with his friend and his friends girlfriend who now happens to be my aunt-in-law or something like that. I was still embarrassed and barely said anything the entire night. To add to the craziness, I had been participating in a 21 day fast that my entire church was doing (I didn’t even fully understand fasting at this time-I don’t think I prayed once-so you might as well say I was on an extended diet) and I hadn’t eaten anything besides broth in days. When I revealed this to them they just kind of looked at me like…really!?! I decided to break the fast that night-so I wouldn’t look like a total schizo-to eat chicken fingers and fries but I could barely eat anything at all.
Boobie continued to be a gentleman and attempted to make me feel comfortable but I really just wanted the date to end so I could go home and bury my head under the covers. While he was busy making me laugh and thinking of ways to get me to talk, I was sure this would be the last time I would see him. Surprisingly he was more understanding than I thought and even though he found the whole night rather weird it didn’t seem to bother him as much as it bothered me. I would later learn that was because his family had their own little carnival of dysfunction going on.
Takes one to know one!
Happy anniversary babes!