Today us my anniversary, so I thought I’d share how my husband and I met:

It was 9/28/2013. I had plans to go to West 6th St in Austin, TX to hang with friends. We were meeting at a bar called 219 West. There was supposed to be 6 of us - me plus five others.

Instead, four people no call, no showed.

One of my friends took a bus to the wrong side of town.

My last friend said she’d be late by about two hours.

So there I was, at a bar by myself, clutching a vodka and cranberry, trying to pretend I wasn’t by myself.

I busied myself by annoying my one friend and texting her for updates every 30 minutes. I’m all about my petty revenge. Suddenly, I turn and this dude is walking up to me.

You have to understand, I hated dudes approaching me. Most of the time I scurried away or snapped. Unless I was horny. Then all bets were off.

In this case though, I couldn’t find a reason to do any of those things. So I sat there like a cornered squirrel. Waiting.

“Are you by yourself?” He asked.

Immediately, all of that anti-assault training in college came flooding back. Isn’t this kind of a warning sign?

“I have a friend coming, but she’s late.” I said.

“Oh. Well, would you like to come sit with me and my friends while you wait?”

“Why, is this a pity thing?” I ask. Listen: I didn’t say I shut ALL of it off, just some of it.

To my surprise, this doesn’t deter the dude at all. “No, you just seem really cool. Want to come sit with us while you wait?”

Do I detect sarcasm? Ok, dude. I’m listening.

We wind up sitting with and having a VERY loud and probably-troubling-to-those-around conversation about how VA has a law that sex with animals over 100 lbs doesn’t count as beastiality. He also jokes about how he’s dressed like the murderer, Dexter.

I like him very much.

My friend finally arrives, and I start giving her shit. She rolls her eyes.

“What’re you complaining about? At least you’ve had a cute guy talking to you while you wait.”

Suddenly, I realize the guy is, indeed, cute. Don’t ask me how I didn’t notice before. I’m an idiot idk

The guy buys me another drink. It starts to rain. I don’t remember what I say but he’s so taken by it that he kisses me and I kiss right back. He asks for my number super assumptively and I give it over without hesitation.

Then he gets a text and says he has to leave.

So then he leaves for a booty call and my friend and I go out and I wind up drunk and end up randomly making out with a bartender who I spend time ducking for a week or so after. My friend thankfully stops me from trying to hook up with another friend of ours. It’s a wild night.

The day after, I remember the guy from the night before and find myself uncharacteristically agitated. Usually, giving my number to guys resulted in me praying they never called, but I was sober when this one happened, and I really liked this one.

I was talking with a neighbor when he texted me and asked me out. I enthusiastically agreed. We wound up going out 10/1 and enjoying each other so much that we didn’t leave each other’s side for the next two days. Since then we’ve only really been apart twice.

Which is probably why I wound up pregnant six weeks in and married a year later, but...details.

Anyway, I love this guy more every day, and I’m thrilled that he put up with my sass and got me to sit with him that night. He’s the best, and he’s made me my best.

That’s all.