I bet you didn’t know that I picked Andy up in a bar.
I met Andy on March 26, 2010. It was exactly two days after my 21st birthday. I was out celebrating with a big group of friends at this super awesome piano bar with $1 drinks and a free taco bar. Free tacos somehow taste better than tacos that you pay for. It’s science, I think.
We had great seats at the front, right by the pianos, and I very clearly remember going around the big circle of friends saying hello to everyone. Except this cute guy I’d never seen before sitting with the group. Who was he?
His name was Andy. He was a senior, and he’d just gotten back from some brainiac internship with a ginormous, big-deal accounting firm. He looked so cool in his jeans and golf-style polo. And he was so, so shy. It was adorable.
We spent the whole night talking. Slowly, of course. One minute he was sitting next to me, and the next he would disappear. I’m pretty sure our mutual friends were coaching him on what to say, when to offer to buy me a drink, how to keep his face from being so red, that kind of thing.
We talked all night, and when it was time to leave he asked me if he could walk me back to my room. When he did, he sat across the room and just… stared at me. In silence. I could tell he didn’t know what to say, he was really nervous. I of course didn’t tell him how sweet I thought that was.
Finally he asked, “So, umm… Maybe, I could, uh… get your phone number?”
We got married in July. It was the single happiest day of my life. I get to spend forever with this wonderful, kind-hearted, sexy as hell man who loves me. He loves me when I’m ridiculous, when I’m moody, when I’m crying because that Sarah McLaughlin commercial came on and I couldn’t change the channel fast enough.
And I love him. I love him when he sings along (REALLY loudly) with The Voice, when he’s grumpy in the mornings, when he snores, when he politely eats the dinner I completely screwed up.
I never thought life could be this good.
Happy birthday darling. I love you more than anything.