Julie at mothergoosemouse had a post the other day that got me thinking of how Hubby's and my relationship came to be.
Ever since I can remember, I've always been attracted to a certain "type". And that would be---Jocks. Athletes. Sportsguys. You know....MEAT-HEADS.
In high school, I dated a jock who was also somewhat of a rebel. A deep thinker. Wise beyond his years. My first love.
In college, I was utterly and completely a lacrosse groupie. Man, how I loved those boys with long sticks...(get yer mind outta the gutter! I'm talking about lacrosse defensemen, people!)
While in college, I met Love #2. He was the football team quarterback and president of his frat (which, coincidentally, was nicknamed "Kappa Duh" due to the plethora of football/baseball meat-head types). We dated all through our junior and senior years of college, and then moved down to Charlotte, NC together. Got engaged in February 1996 with plans for a July 1998 wedding (yeah, loooong engagement. BIG mistake. HuDge.) Anyway, I'll skip the gory details and just say that he crushed my self-esteem and broke my heart.
Despondent, I was utterly ready to pack it up and move back home to upstate NY. My mother talked me out of it, persuading me to stay down south a make a go of it all by myself. So I remained in Charlotte, first living with a friend and then renting my own place and living on my VERY own for the first time EVER. (Sidenote: Oh my gah, what I wouldn't GIVE to go back in time and kick my own self in my own ass for not relishing that time of my life more properly!)
Wallowing in heartbreak, I then met a guy who was sooooo NOT my type. Tall and lanky. A tennis player. Mr. Rebound, folks. Didn't we all have (at least) one? So I began dating him in mid-1998 and loved the attention he paid to me.
Enter (future) Hubby. It was summer (probably June). There was a group of us meeting for dinner. Me and Mr. Rebound. A few other couples. (She was there with her future hubby as well!) Hubby was the odd-man out. I remember he sat next to Mr. Rebound and they talked about hockey. I remember feeling quite interested in him. But that was that.
Mr. Rebound and I continued to see each other that summer. In August, we went out to a bar and bumped into (future) Hubby. He and I recognized each other and chatted for a bit. I even remember what he was wearing (a red Polo golf shirt). At this time there was definitely even more interest on my part.
Later that night, I remember telling my friend Christy, "I kinda like your friend. He's totally my type. But both times I've seen him, I've been with Mr. Rebound. Will you let him know that Mr. Rebound and I aren't really serious?"
Christy's response: "Him???!! I can't picture you guys together AT ALL."
(Famous last words, huh? She was one of my bridesmaids.)
So Christy set things in motion. She called Hubby and hinted to him that I wanted him to ask me out.
He called me at work on Monday. And asked me if I liked hockey. I said no.
Undaunted, he asked me if I wanted to go to a Bruins pre-season game. I said yes.
We went. He wore his hockey jersey. (Bad enough, sure. But not a deal-breaker. I was at least thankful there was no body-painting involved. Because THAT would've been a deal-breaker. I have my standards, you know.)
(There is another story involving a hockey jersey. One I shall save for another day. It involves our wedding night.)
And then there was our next date. When he wore his Nike running shirt.
Reading this over, I guess my point is that Hubby was (and still is) totally my type.
So do you have a "type"? Did you marry him?