I don’t even know where to start here.
Basically, it should be said that Brett and I met under odd circumstances.
We were both in the CIS department at ASU, though we’d never met.
He was a former ASU football player. I had hardly left the computer lab.
We lived a stone’s throw away from each other for over 2 years without crossing paths.
The icing on the cake–we were both in 3+ year relationships. It was complicated, to say the least.
So we met through AITP in January 2009, after which we started hanging out as drinking buddies. It was usually a trio–me, Brett, and Phil, his college roommate. We hung out just about every night after we met.
Countless hours at Macado’s enjoying $4 pitchers of beer and God knows how many baskets of fries. Before class. Skipping class. After class.
Dancing at The Library.
Midnight runs to the store for chocolate pie and ice cream.
Wearing sweatpants all day, every day.
Drinking JOOSE! like it wouldn’t eventually kill us.
It was nothing short of amazing. Everyone could tell we were crazy about each other.
I was sick and in bed for the better part of 4 days during my last semester. I refused to come out of my apartment, hadn’t showered in days, and looked like death. Brett kept texting to hang out. When I kept saying no, he took matters into his own hands. He went to the store and bought a pink rose, and a chocolate rabbit, got his roommate’s season 4 of Seinfeld, put it in a bag, and left it for me on my porch. I cried… because I knew I was done for. I knew I’d fallen head over heels for this man. I was smitten.
We broke up with our significant others.
Spring breaking down in Panama City, Florida. Hanging out in Mooresville. Enjoying the cabin in Seven Devils.
I was graduating that May and moving to Charleston to start my new job at Honeywell. Brett wasn’t graduating until December. The night before I moved out, he took me out on our first date. Like, a REAL date. He bought me a dozen roses, and took me out to dinner. We had planned on going to eat and then to a movie after, but by the end of the meal, we were so full. I suggested that it should be a couch, sweatpants, and beer night, instead. This time, he was smitten.
The next day I moved to Charleston. Long distance sucks, as we both knew. But we would only have to wait 7 months until we would be back together, because he was able to move in with me after accepting his job offer with Honeywell. It couldn’t have worked out more perfectly.
Now, we’ve been through 3 apartments, 2 moves, and the best few years of our lives, with hopefully many more to come.