Inspired by Alyson's engagement anniversary post, I felt the need to document my own personal story; however, just prepare yourself. Whilst Alyson's story is full of love and covered in a sweet candy shell, mine is equally full of love but covered in bright orange Cheetoh dust.
Let's open the bag shall we??
Rewind to me graduating from college and attempting to get a job near Brad because, let's face it, he's hot and when a midget scores you, we clamp on like a dirty leech. A couple weeks before I graduated I was visiting Brad in San Diego and he suggested that we should go get some ice cream after an early dinner and go to Sunset Cliffs to watch the sunset. This was a usual date for us as we were young and broke, so it didn't set any bells off. But there was ONE mistake on Brad's part. He mentioned ice cream. FIRST. So when he pulled up to Sunset Cliffs, I panicked, thinking that he had forgotten about the ice cream. I sweetly reminded him that we should go get some ice cream first THEN go to Sunset Cliffs. He brushed me off and said, "We'll get it afterwards." My head went into a tizzy.
"Um, but you said ice cream... excuse me.... ahem... a thousand pardons sir.. you did say, OUT LOUD, ice cream FIRST. "
Way to kill the romantic mood yes?
He finally shut me up when we walked out to the cliffs and I noticed he looked like he was going to vomit and laugh hysterically at the same time. Bent knee precariously on the edge of the cliff, ring presented, enthusiastic yes, kiss kiss, hug hug, take in the moment.... then of course, I pulled a Monica and yelled out into the ocean (and to others trying to have a romantic moment around us). "I'M ENGAGED!!! A WHOO HOO!" I should have also yelled; "Can you believe this guy is getting INTO THIS??? WISH HIM LUCK!!"
Fast forward a couple months later, I had just gotten a job at a modeling agency and was due to start in a couple weeks. Visiting Brad again, we were discussing what our living situation would be when I moved. I told him that I wanted to get an apartment BY MYSELF and we would live together when we were married. I mean why buy the Lucky Charms when you can get it from the leprechaun for free right? But I mostly wanted to do that because I had never ever lived WITHOUT boys. I wanted to live in my own apartment, have it smell CLEAN and, dare I say, "vanilla-y." I longed to look into a bathroom sink that didn't have a five o'clock shadow. I wanted a testosterone free home.. bad.. at least for a little while. BUT of course, money (or not having any) reared its ugly head. Brad jokingly mentioned getting married in Las Vegas in secret so that he could get an apartment advance from the Navy and we could save some money for the actual wedding, with him kicking down half of the rent. But then I thought.. what the hey?!? We're engaged anyways, what's it gonna hurt doing it a couple months early? (8 MONTHS early to be exact.. oh and did I mention that I hadn't told my parents that I was even engaged??? Basically my parents will always think I'm 8 and imagining the look on my mom's face when I told her I wanted to get married at 22 made my butt pucker.)
So off to Las Vegas we went!!!!
To Be Continued........................(damn, dontcha hate when that shit happens??)