The story of us!!

I haven't posted anything for a while. I have had a hard time thinking of anything interesting to write. So I will go with one of my favorite subject. My lovely wife.

We met over 3 and a half years ago at a local restaurant. By restaurant I mean bar. Restuarant sounds a little more romantical haha. She was sitting there with a group of people I knew and my cousin. I went to high school with this attractive young brunette, but never had spoken to her. I also use to see here come in at my old job at Sheetz. I had always thought she was very attractive, but being a shy guy, I never talked to her. So following the shy theme I got my cousin to ask if she was single and looking. It so happens she was, later to find out she wasn't looking, but an old boyfriend was in the room that night so I was used. I didn't mind. I got an introduction from my cousin and began talking to this girl. I bought her a shot and got her phone number. I was hoping this would be the part of the story where I would say "the rest is history,"but it was not. I had much more work to due to capture my future wife.

I invited her to a party at my house the next day. She did not come. I thought my efforts were lost. I did not hear from her for a couple weeks. She was in summer school and living in Radford only to come home on some weekends. I pulled an infamous drunk dial one night, but my efforts seemed futile. Then a tragedy happened. My cell phone broke. With the demise of my cell phone so was the demise of me having this beautiful girls phone number. I was pretty upset about this. So I just went along hoping I would run into her again.

The beginning of the summer went along and no more contact with this girl I couldn't get out of my head. I took a trip to Myrtle Beach with some friends and then a defining moment happened. I had been down on my luck during these times. I wasn't in school. I had a terrible job. I had no direction in life. I received a phone call while at the beach from a number I did not recognize. Guess who? This phone call changed my life in a sense. I was so excited until she said she wanted to hang out and I was at the beach. We talked for a little bit. She told me she would be home for the summer next week and we should hang out. Then began what I like to call the summer of love, or alcohol, or partying. It was a great summer lets just put it that way.

So we went out with a group of people the next weekend. It was fun. I was real impressed with her partying skills ahah. The point was I really enjoyed her company. She was fun, smart, and attractive. She was the total package. I puled a Waynes World moment. "She will be mine, oh yes she will be mine." It did not come easy. I had to do work. She wasn't going to fall for me easily. I spent countless nights staying up till 4 a.m. just to go to work at 6 a.m. just to hang out with her. My cousin went with us on our first date. I was putting in work. When I probably should have given up on her. I just couldn't for some reason. There was something about this girl. The night I realized it was funny, yet corny at the same time. We went to the Warehouse for a fun filled night. She got mad at me because I hadn't danced with her and did not talk to her much. I got mad and left to walk out to my car. Right before I got to my car. I realized that it couldn't end like this. I turned around to go back in and she was at the door looking for me. No words were exchanged. She took me by the hand and we danced to a Kenny Chesney song. Then I knew this girl was going to make or break me.

The rest of the summer was spent by me chasing the wonderful girl. I knew she liked me, but she had some doubts about my future. She didn't like the fact I wasn't in school. So I was going back to school. Which no matter how it would have ended up between us was the best thing I ever did and I owe it to her. I wanted to become a better person so I could be with this girl and I did. I knew she wasn't shallow and about money because I had none. In fact half of the summer when we would go out we would ride in my car. The interior in it was destroyed and the driver side door did not work. I would have to crawl in the passenger side to get in or dukes of hazzard it. She picked on me, but still rode with me anywhere and everywhere.

The summer was coming to an end and she was still not totally mine. She was on her way back to school and I had no idea if it would work. I thought I lost my chance. She went back to school and at first we did not talk much. Eventually we talked more and more. I started making more trip to Radford and eventually we made it official on facebook hahahahah. All my work paid off and every bit of it was worth it. Who ever said you have to work and fight for what you want was right. We dated and had our ups and downs, but when it came down to it. We couldn't stand not being with each other. This is the part of the story when I get to say, "The rest is history."

SAY WHATTTT

I have been having a hard time as of lately thinking of things to write about on my blog. I think I will save my wife's suggestion of Adysessus the epic of Adam Soyars fpr another time. I feel like writing about relationships. I wonder how to completely different people fall for each other.

I am going to start with my parents. Here is a little back story. My mother was born in Danville, VA. She graduated from GW high school. She got her undergrad at Stradford College in Danville as well. She then took on a bold adventure and decided to go to grad school in Arizona. With out knowing a single person in Arizona she picked up and moved. She finished her masters in Sociology and began working on her PHD. She finished her PHD after having me which is very commendable. She was a hippy by all means.

My dad was born in Columbus, Ohio. His real father abandoned him and his sister when he was young. They along with my Grandmother moved around many time lived with another man where his second sister showed up to eventually be adopted by my Grandma's third husband Bill Sells. Bill Sells was a very strict father to him. In many ways I think my dad resented that due to the hippy era my dad was growing up in. My dad never finished high school (though he later got a GED).My dad was a hippy in 60's and 70's in every respect. He did many things like being a roadie for many popular bands. He served in Vietnam (by force, not by choice). He met a woman in California, eloped in Las Vegas and had my half sister. He was divorced soon after that. After all his travels he and his family ended up in Arizona.

So we have a high school drop out and a PHD candidate. These two meet in a bar in Mesa Arizona and the rest is history. The started dating, soon moved in together, and then a little something unexpected happened. Me!My parents never decided to get married. My mom really doesn't believe in marriage especially for the reason of having a child. They stayed together for 16 years before separating.

This information is a little random, as it might sound. My point is that two people from two different parts of the world, with two different backgrounds fall in love. My mom is a Doctor in sociology and my dad had a GED. My mom is responsible with money and doesn't indulge in drugs. My dad was irresponcible and terrible with money.He also had a drug problem. So two different people in love. It is funny how it works out. I wonder sometime what my mom saw in my dad. My dad did have one great thing going for him. His personality. Everybody who met him loved him. He could talk to anyone and did quite often. I guess what it comes down to is my parents connected on a whole different level than just the educational, social levels. The fell for each other not for the reasons different for others. Some marry for money. My parents had none. Some marry because they are the same people. My parent were opposites. Some marry because of pregnancy. My parents did not. Some marry. My parents did not. I think their love must have been something bigger than labels and society's cookie cutter idea of love.

So when I look at my marriage what do I see. I see two people from two different back grounds, and from two different parts of the earth. I see an English teacher and an accountant. I see two people who grew up very different. I see almost opposites. I see in us the love I saw in my parents. I see two people who have connected in a way that is indescribable. We married, not because of money. Not because of babies, or because we were so compatible. We married because of our not so cookie cutter love. Our love has no label and I wouldn't have it any other way.