I’m currently listening to Muse videos on Youtube thanks to monkeybot my bf who’s , I think the right word’s obsessed, with Muse. Anyway the point being, me listening to Muse because she referenced it to Twilight got me thinking about the hubby.
I think we are a perfect twisted set. I absolutely adore every little thing about him– and I think those things are quite odd, and obnoxious as well, which makes me love them even more. I think I love him more now than when we were dating. I always laughed when people said things like that, because usually when you’re dating it’s the peak of desire etc… etc.. Either way, at the risk of getting too mooshy *something we avoid at all costs* I have to say I’m having the time of my life, and if I had it to do over again I would have dated him the first time I met him. . . not the third. . . which brings me to the how we met tangent.
How I tricked Ryan into dating me
I love the story because it’s just another testament to just how nice of a guy my husband is. I tricked him into bringing me home for Christmas. I told him I had nowhere to go (of course I had somewhere to go), and he just felt bad for me. Moral of the story is I guess you shouldn’t bring girls home for Christmas if you don’t plan on dating them. Well just to ensure dating success, I think offered to drive him and friends to Vegas for New Years – ensuring at least a new years kiss. . . and the rest as they say is history.
