Monday, February 8, 2016

In True Valentine's Spirit | How Ryan & I Met.


In the spirit of February and Valentine's Day coming up at the end of the week, I thought I'd share one of my favorite stories to date...the story of how Ryan and I met.

Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there stood an "Irish" drinking establishment on South Howard Avenue by the name of MacDinton's. That's right - I actually managed to pull a serious relationship out of a random night at a bar. I'm just as shocked as anyone.

It was shaping up to be a strange night, and some way or another, I ended up chatting with Ryan and his friend Rich. I don't recall too much of the conversation, seeing as how it happened more than two years ago, but I do remember telling Rich that he reminded me of Dexter because he was wearing a henley shirt. Vital information.

One thing you should know about Ryan is that he is very tall. Like 6'8 tall. I figured this out pretty quickly because I kept tripping over his feet throughout our entire conversation, which I guess you could say was how we started flirting (clearly I talk with my entire body, because I am unsure as to why I was tripping over him whilst standing). I wish I could pinpoint the exact moment that I thought to myself, "hey, this guy is cute/funny/nice/etc," but I truly cannot. After talking for awhile, I asked him again what his name was.

"Freddy," he said.

"That's not your real name. What's your real name?"

He laughed and said his first name was Ryan.

"Yeah, I'm gonna call you Ryan."

Rather than get his number right then and there, I knew I had to play it cool. I'll forever thank my lucky stars that for god knows what reason I downloaded Snapchat earlier that very day, and somehow or another we became Snapchat friends. A couple hours later he snapped a selfie and said "I never got your number." And then he snapped a picture of his toy poodle, and I knew I was in love.

Something you should know about me: prior to my rescued pup Einstein, I've had poodles my entire life. I've had Micki, my parents' toy poodle, for 11 years. Poodles are my thing. Needless to say, I knew I'd found the one.

Next thing you know, we're Facebook messaging, and then about 37 messages into our conversation, he finally asked me for my number on that following Saturday morning. That was 857 days ago, and not a day has gone by that was haven't spoken to each other. It's safe to say that "the rest is history."










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