How Did You Meet?

Since I love love stories, and since I love funny stories, and since I hope you all love the same, today I’m sharing how my hubby and I first met, and I hope you’ll share back how you met your significant other!

 

All these years later, he’s still my inspiration

A Brief History:

I grew up in central Illinois. Hubby grew up in St. Louis. I’m two months older than he is. (That’s right. I’m totally a cougar.) When we graduated high school, having never met and having no idea our destiny, I picked a little engineering college in Missouri and hubby decided to go far, far from home, all the way to Minnesota. But hubby’s best high school friends signed up to go to school the same place I did, and during our first semester of college, I became friends with his high school friends.

You caught that little bit about me going to an engineering school, right? Here’s what that really means:

There were three or four guys for every girl at my college.

And here’s what that really means:

Since the women were scarce, the dorms hosted beauty pageants to judge which of the men made the best women.

(It was college, it was fun, the men fought over the honor of competing, and the women knew we had nothing to worry about.)

So one beautiful fall Saturday, a couple weeks before the pageant, I was in my dorm room with the window wide open, and I kept hearing explosive laughter from the room around the corner. Like serious, we’re-having-a-blast-in-here laughter. The kind of laughter that makes you want to drop everything you’re doing and run to the party so you can laugh along too.

Because of how the dorm was built (see the picture below), I leaned out my window to call into the room around the corner, “Hey! What are you guys doing in there?”

At which point my friend, the owner of the room around the corner, called back through her window, “The Macker’s here, and Spoons is trying on women’s clothing!”**

The Actual Building Where We Met

Not what you hear every day, is it?

Neither is, “Do you have any dresses that would fit him?”

But that’s what came. So I donated my sexy red high school homecoming dress to hubby’s best friend (yes, hubby has pictures, and no, I’m not at liberty to share them). Hubby and I didn’t actually meet face-to-face that day. I don’t remember where I had to be or why, but I wasn’t able to join in the fun. (Most likely, I was feeling shy.) And when hubby and I met face-to-face for the first time, almost two years later at a party, it wasn’t until the red dress story came up that we realized we’d met once before.

Through two windows, while his best friend tried on women’s clothing.

Do you have a good how-we-met story? Or a favorite first meeting scene from a book or movie? I’m super excited for you all to see how Natalie and CJ “meet” in The Husband Games next spring. There might be a similarity or two to my story with hubby, now that I think about it…

Can’t wait to hear your stories!

** Names and nicknames changed to protect me from being googled by the not-so-innocent. ***

*** Except Hubby reads my blog, so I should probably say instead that he’s outgrown being called “The Macker.” In fact, he recently expressed a desire to be known as “His Royal Highness.” ****

**** He denies this, of course. So we’re still looking for a good nickname for him. All suggestions welcome.