The last post in my flashback series, Our First Date, was going to be posted next weekend, on the anniversary of our first day, but I just couldn’t wait that long. I have some projects that I worked on this weekend that I would like to post about and I don’t want this post hanging over my head. Here it goes again, cue wavy flashback lines and music…
Finally, Sunday arrived in all its glory. Mr. Tal was picking me up around 12:30, so I worked meticulously to make my appearance look wonderful with just the right amount of casual. He arrived pretty close to the time he said he would and he came to the door walked me to his truck and opened the door for me. As we drove to the bus stop it seemed very strained and quiet, this continued for the duration of the bus ride to the German-American Festival. We talked a little but for the most part we were silent and observant. When we finally got to the festival I paid for the bus ride myself, which irritated Mr. Tal. We had to get our IDs checked at the gate if we wanted to drink and I forgot mine, pity because it may have broken the ice a little more. Finally we got some food and beverage, which I let Mr. Tal buy for me and sat down. I think this is the moment that the entire date turned around for us. As we were eating I noticed that Mr. Tal had gotten some green ink on his nose from the hand stamp that was used to identify he had paid for his entry. I giggled a little and pointed it out to him; he smiled sheepishly, wiping it off with a napkin and a laugh. From that moment on, it was just easy. We walked around and talked, laughed and ate some more. When we realized there wasn’t much more to do we went to wait for the bus. We both knew we didn’t want the date to end but I wasn’t sure how to vocalize that. As we sat in the grass talking Mr. Tal asked if I would like to go catch a movie or something, I eagerly agreed to the suggestion.
When we got back, instead of going to the movies, we ended up going to his apartment to watch a movie. I believe that nothing good was playing in theaters at the time. He had me pick a movie from his DVD collection, while he built a couch for us out of blankets. (If you remember correctly, he only bought his couch the night before, so it still wasn’t there). So we sat, or kind of laid down, and watched a movie together. By this point, I knew I liked this guy but the chemistry element hadn’t been explored. I needed to hold his hand or maybe even kiss him to know if that chemistry was there. I held my hand out awkwardly trying to bait him. It didn’t work. We then went out to dinner, then back to his place. By this time, our date was about 7 hours and it wasn’t over yet. We watched another movie, again I held my hand out, and eventually he took it. It was like sparks, amazing. We watched the movie, held hands and talked a bit more. I don’t quite remember how it happened, but somehow we got close enough to kiss and I went for it. BAM! That was it. I was hooked. He eventually took me home around 12:30 that night; when he dropped me off he kissed me again and asked when he could see me again (!!!). Our first date lasted 12 hours, so I like to say it was 3 dates rolled into one. When I walked into my apartment, Miss Ann looked a little relieved (I think she thought that I had been kidnapped and stuffed into a trunk), she asked me how my date was and I told her, “I think he is the one.”
So there you have it, the beginnings of the Tals. It’s not the greatest story ever, but it’s our story, which is what matters to me.
Up next, some project posts.
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Sunday, August 23, 2009
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Flashback: The party, the cookies, and the sleepover
As I said in my previous post, with the wedding planning slowing down, there is not too much to write about at the present moment. While there are still many things I could share (vendors, wedding party, budget, etc.) with you readers I have a confession: I have a deep desire to be a Bee on Weddingbee. So I'm secretly hoping (okay, maybe not so secretly) that I'll be picked and at that time I will want something to post about on there. I'll continue posting little niblets here and there about the wedding planning because some things are still happening, like my mock-up of the new centerpieces and choosing soe vendor. However, I'll also be dispersing little stories along the way like my previous post about how we met, or today's post, "The Party, the Cookies, and the Sleepover."
Probably one of my favorite stories to hear Mr. Tal tell is the story of the first time he slept over at my apartment. I know, I know, you’re probably all thinking, that’s dirty, but it wasn’t like that, it was before our first "official" date even! I should probably let him share some snipets in here so one can get the whole story. Now cue the wavy flashback lines and some good flashback music…
The next night after karaoke night, there was a big party going down at one of the fraternity brother’s houses. Miss C, Miss Ann and I got the brilliant idea that we should stop by after we heard about it. Secretly, I was hoping Mr. Tal would be there so that perhaps we could break the ice a little more before the big date on Sunday. Thanks to Miss C’s quick thinking and some lightening fast text messages, we found that in fact Mr. Tal was at said party. (Insert 3 girls giggling here) We arrived to find Mr. Tal intoxicated…not exactly what I had in mind, but it was a frat party, not really sure what I expected. So Miss C, Miss Ann and I made the rounds, saying hello to those we knew, but Mr. Tal wouldn’t even look my way (I know now that he was nervous, however, at the time I was pretty upset). The party actually became pretty boring pretty quickly, even with some drinkies in me, Mr. Tal did say hi but he didn’t really say a whole lot more.
Finally, our little gaggle of girls decided that making cookies sounded amazing and we were going to leave. Mr. Tal overheard this and practically jumped on us to take him with us. In my head I’m thinking, dude, you’re drunk, how will you get home, luckily Miss Ann asked this and Miss C said, hey someone can bring him back to his car tomorrow…this is a bad plan, a very bad plan. After some logistics were figured out, we took him with us to the store and back to our apartment for some 2AM baking. Peanut butter cookies with Hershey kisses (mmm, I want to bake now!), while Miss Ann baked, Mr. Tal, Miss C, and I sat in the dining room and chatted while flipping through Cosmo, it was fun and weird all at once. Finally the cookies were finished (and some devoured) and sleeping arrangements had to be made. Mr. Tal insisted on sleeping on the couch, which didn’t make much sense seeing as both Miss C and Miss Ann had to get up early for work and they would end up disturbing him. So he slept on my floor. Weird.
The next morning it got really strange, because I didn’t really think about the whole, there’s-a-boy-in-my-room-and-I-have-to-take-him-home-thing. I was just jazzed that I got to talk to him a little more before our date. Then I woke up and realized he was there, I quietly snuck out of bed, got dressed, brushed my teeth and made some coffee. Then I waited and waited, and waited some more until finally he emerged from my room. This was probably the most awkward moments in our entire relationship because neither of us knew what to do. He finally asked if we could go get breakfast, so we went to Waffle House. Any attempts at conversations would end in a crashing halt, it was sad. Towards the end of the meal he asked me if I would mind going with him couch shopping. I couldn’t believe it, we didn’t really seem to be having a good time, but he still asked me to go with him, so we went couch shopping. Seriously, I helped him pick out a couch, he bought it that day and everything. Now I’m quite fond that couch because every time I sit in our living room I think about how that couch was picked out when we barely knew each other and things were weird and awkward. Eventually we found our way back to his truck and we awkwardly hugged goodbye and said we’d see each other tomorrow. That was it. I didn’t and still don’t consider this day we had together a date. It was more of a hang out session, an awkward, slow to warm up hang out session, but I love that story because it’s quirky and fun just like Mr. Tal (and me.)
Next up, The Big Date
How about you readers, did you have some awkward beginnings with your guys?
Tune in next time for more tales of a DIY Bride.
Probably one of my favorite stories to hear Mr. Tal tell is the story of the first time he slept over at my apartment. I know, I know, you’re probably all thinking, that’s dirty, but it wasn’t like that, it was before our first "official" date even! I should probably let him share some snipets in here so one can get the whole story. Now cue the wavy flashback lines and some good flashback music…
The next night after karaoke night, there was a big party going down at one of the fraternity brother’s houses. Miss C, Miss Ann and I got the brilliant idea that we should stop by after we heard about it. Secretly, I was hoping Mr. Tal would be there so that perhaps we could break the ice a little more before the big date on Sunday. Thanks to Miss C’s quick thinking and some lightening fast text messages, we found that in fact Mr. Tal was at said party. (Insert 3 girls giggling here) We arrived to find Mr. Tal intoxicated…not exactly what I had in mind, but it was a frat party, not really sure what I expected. So Miss C, Miss Ann and I made the rounds, saying hello to those we knew, but Mr. Tal wouldn’t even look my way (I know now that he was nervous, however, at the time I was pretty upset). The party actually became pretty boring pretty quickly, even with some drinkies in me, Mr. Tal did say hi but he didn’t really say a whole lot more.
Finally, our little gaggle of girls decided that making cookies sounded amazing and we were going to leave. Mr. Tal overheard this and practically jumped on us to take him with us. In my head I’m thinking, dude, you’re drunk, how will you get home, luckily Miss Ann asked this and Miss C said, hey someone can bring him back to his car tomorrow…this is a bad plan, a very bad plan. After some logistics were figured out, we took him with us to the store and back to our apartment for some 2AM baking. Peanut butter cookies with Hershey kisses (mmm, I want to bake now!), while Miss Ann baked, Mr. Tal, Miss C, and I sat in the dining room and chatted while flipping through Cosmo, it was fun and weird all at once. Finally the cookies were finished (and some devoured) and sleeping arrangements had to be made. Mr. Tal insisted on sleeping on the couch, which didn’t make much sense seeing as both Miss C and Miss Ann had to get up early for work and they would end up disturbing him. So he slept on my floor. Weird.
The next morning it got really strange, because I didn’t really think about the whole, there’s-a-boy-in-my-room-and-I-have-to-take-him-home-thing. I was just jazzed that I got to talk to him a little more before our date. Then I woke up and realized he was there, I quietly snuck out of bed, got dressed, brushed my teeth and made some coffee. Then I waited and waited, and waited some more until finally he emerged from my room. This was probably the most awkward moments in our entire relationship because neither of us knew what to do. He finally asked if we could go get breakfast, so we went to Waffle House. Any attempts at conversations would end in a crashing halt, it was sad. Towards the end of the meal he asked me if I would mind going with him couch shopping. I couldn’t believe it, we didn’t really seem to be having a good time, but he still asked me to go with him, so we went couch shopping. Seriously, I helped him pick out a couch, he bought it that day and everything. Now I’m quite fond that couch because every time I sit in our living room I think about how that couch was picked out when we barely knew each other and things were weird and awkward. Eventually we found our way back to his truck and we awkwardly hugged goodbye and said we’d see each other tomorrow. That was it. I didn’t and still don’t consider this day we had together a date. It was more of a hang out session, an awkward, slow to warm up hang out session, but I love that story because it’s quirky and fun just like Mr. Tal (and me.)
Next up, The Big Date
How about you readers, did you have some awkward beginnings with your guys?
Tune in next time for more tales of a DIY Bride.
Friday, August 14, 2009
Flashback: How we met
My DIYing has come to a halt as of late, in reality there isn't much I can do, the wedding is about 8 months away and I start student teaching on Monday. I'm really happy with where I am at with my projects and progress with the wedding, however, that means blogging is going to be more difficult. It's easy to write about projects and progress, but what happens when you hit that slow patch in wedding planning? I've heard all about it, even dreaded it because I love it, it keeps me busy and sane while I'm unemployed. So I've decided that while my projects are slow and I'm busy with other things like teaching, I'll write about our relationship, vendors, and anything else that comes to mind dealing with this wedding! First up, how we met (cue the wavy lines and flashback music):
I moved to Toledo from a rinky dink little town about 45 minutes away from Toledo in the middle of July 2007. I transferred from my community college because I had finally decided what I wanted to do for the rest of my life and I wanted to complete my degree. This wasn't too big of a deal for me, I already worked in Toledo, I had friends in the area and my best friend from back home was going to be my roommate. Once we moved, we had a lot more time on our hands. The 45 minute commute turned into 10 minutes and we didn't start school for another month, so Miss Ann (my roommate) and I started going out with our Toledo friends and co-workers a lot more. We had already been joining them for a Thursday night special at a bar called Mutz for several weeks before we moved. It was karaoke night and so much fun. We would head there with our friend Miss C and her boyfriend Mr. S, usually a group from Mr. S' fraternity would be there and it was quite a lot of fun and mischief. Each Thursday we'd meet up and have drinks and sing the night away, often I'd flirt with some boys at the bar, trying to see if I could score a date. This was the first time I'd been single in 6 years and actually been able to date, I found out that dating is actually highly overrated after a date or two.
Finally, August 9th arrived when a guy named Mr. Tal walked into the bar and joined our group of 15 to 20. Miss C and I whispered back and forth about him for a minute when I inquired who he was, "Oh Mr. Tal is in Mr. S' frat, he is cool, really nice, you should date him." to which I responded, "Umm, no I'll pass," and made a little wrinkled up nose face. I can't remember why he was so unappealing to me that night, maybe because I had a bad date earlier that day. The next Thursday he showed up again, this time he peaked my interest a little, he could sing, he laughed a lot, and from what I heard he was a certified geek, my favorite kind of man. So after a few drinks I got brave enough to tell Mr. S to give Mr. Tal my number and then we got home and I facebook stalked him. (Creepy, but after the dates I had been on I needed some reassurance he was semi-normal). Four days later I sent him a message saying hello, he responded, saying he'd seen me out and about and inquired about me. He asked if I'd be at the bar again the following week so he could say hello in person. I responded with a yes, he responded with an inquiry about my plans for the following weekend. I was suppose to work but could get out of it if need be. He asked if I would like to go to the German-American Festival with him, I immediately gave up my shift as quickly as possible and told him I could go.
Thursday night couldn't get here quick enough, I was excited and nervous. I had said yes to a date with a guy I'd not even spoken to and barely knew, I needed to remedy this in the course of a night. As always Miss C, Miss Ann, and I arrived early and grabbed drinks, he wasn't there and I was sad. So we decided to all sing together, we picked Queen's "Somebody to Love," (Oh the irony). He showed up halfway through our song, I was ready to stop because I wanted to look cool but the show had to go on. After the song, he was sitting at our long table looking through the song book, Miss Ann and Miss C were coaxing me to go say hello but my liquid courage hadn't kicked in yet. Finally, I bit the bullet and walked over to the stool next to him and sat down. I think I said hey, he asked me to help him pick out a song since I had chosen such a great song to sing earlier. I don't think I ever did pick a song, but we sat and talked a bit, nervously trying to make a good impression. I was comfortable enough by the end of the night that I felt that we could go out on Sunday and have a good time.
Up next: The party, the cookies, and the sleepover. Followed by: The First Date.
How about you readers, any interesting "how we met" stories?
Tune in next time for more Tales from a DIY Bride.
I moved to Toledo from a rinky dink little town about 45 minutes away from Toledo in the middle of July 2007. I transferred from my community college because I had finally decided what I wanted to do for the rest of my life and I wanted to complete my degree. This wasn't too big of a deal for me, I already worked in Toledo, I had friends in the area and my best friend from back home was going to be my roommate. Once we moved, we had a lot more time on our hands. The 45 minute commute turned into 10 minutes and we didn't start school for another month, so Miss Ann (my roommate) and I started going out with our Toledo friends and co-workers a lot more. We had already been joining them for a Thursday night special at a bar called Mutz for several weeks before we moved. It was karaoke night and so much fun. We would head there with our friend Miss C and her boyfriend Mr. S, usually a group from Mr. S' fraternity would be there and it was quite a lot of fun and mischief. Each Thursday we'd meet up and have drinks and sing the night away, often I'd flirt with some boys at the bar, trying to see if I could score a date. This was the first time I'd been single in 6 years and actually been able to date, I found out that dating is actually highly overrated after a date or two.
Finally, August 9th arrived when a guy named Mr. Tal walked into the bar and joined our group of 15 to 20. Miss C and I whispered back and forth about him for a minute when I inquired who he was, "Oh Mr. Tal is in Mr. S' frat, he is cool, really nice, you should date him." to which I responded, "Umm, no I'll pass," and made a little wrinkled up nose face. I can't remember why he was so unappealing to me that night, maybe because I had a bad date earlier that day. The next Thursday he showed up again, this time he peaked my interest a little, he could sing, he laughed a lot, and from what I heard he was a certified geek, my favorite kind of man. So after a few drinks I got brave enough to tell Mr. S to give Mr. Tal my number and then we got home and I facebook stalked him. (Creepy, but after the dates I had been on I needed some reassurance he was semi-normal). Four days later I sent him a message saying hello, he responded, saying he'd seen me out and about and inquired about me. He asked if I'd be at the bar again the following week so he could say hello in person. I responded with a yes, he responded with an inquiry about my plans for the following weekend. I was suppose to work but could get out of it if need be. He asked if I would like to go to the German-American Festival with him, I immediately gave up my shift as quickly as possible and told him I could go.
Thursday night couldn't get here quick enough, I was excited and nervous. I had said yes to a date with a guy I'd not even spoken to and barely knew, I needed to remedy this in the course of a night. As always Miss C, Miss Ann, and I arrived early and grabbed drinks, he wasn't there and I was sad. So we decided to all sing together, we picked Queen's "Somebody to Love," (Oh the irony). He showed up halfway through our song, I was ready to stop because I wanted to look cool but the show had to go on. After the song, he was sitting at our long table looking through the song book, Miss Ann and Miss C were coaxing me to go say hello but my liquid courage hadn't kicked in yet. Finally, I bit the bullet and walked over to the stool next to him and sat down. I think I said hey, he asked me to help him pick out a song since I had chosen such a great song to sing earlier. I don't think I ever did pick a song, but we sat and talked a bit, nervously trying to make a good impression. I was comfortable enough by the end of the night that I felt that we could go out on Sunday and have a good time.
Up next: The party, the cookies, and the sleepover. Followed by: The First Date.
How about you readers, any interesting "how we met" stories?
Tune in next time for more Tales from a DIY Bride.
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