Ok. I’m coming clean with it. I cannot keep this secret any longer. I have a crush. In fact, a girl crush. A crush on a girl. I know, I know, I’m a married lady. But, I couldn’t help myself, this crush caught me way off guard. She’s my neighbor. She’s a photographer. She wears really cool clothes. She has impeccable hand writing. She is Stunning. And she has great eyebrows. I met her one warm summer day to talk wedding business and BAM, fell in love. Didn’t even fight it. Like any good crusher would, I did a lil’ Facebook stalking research to find out more about her.
And I brainstormed ways to try and see her again. Like this scenario that I day dreamed up.
I keep a watchful eye on our shared bank of mail boxes (because, well, she probably gets mail) and notes when she stops by. Then, I casually plant myself there at the ‘right’ time the next day. Crush comes out to check her mail…
me: “Oh, what a surprise seeing you here!”
Crush: “Yes it is! How are you?”
me: “I’m really great. Oh look, we both have mail! We have so much in common! We should hang out!”
Crush: “What fabulous idea!” And we skip off together, arm in arm, into the sunshine.
Or something like that.
But, then summer evaporated into fall and fall fell into winter. I didn’t get much of a chance to see my crush. Until, we met up for my engagement photo shoot (Our Very First Bona fide Date). I got nervous. Real nervous. Had Dry Mouth. Had the sweats. Had word slobber. You know, when you talk really fast in a high pitched voice and all that comes out is stupid crap? Word slobber.
But, she whipped up some photo magic that day. Trust me, you can trust in her. She’s got mad dope skills. She took two nerdy engineers and, somehow, made us look like Normal People. I know, I can’t believe it either.
Then, we got to go on a second date. 06.07.09. Have a look-see, please.
Our wedding photos made my head explode. And you know what, her work makes me want to have babies (real human ones!) someday just so she can photograph them for me.
Since then, we’ve actually had many more dates. Yes, of course, I’m still a nervous wreck for them. But, somewhere along this long awkward road of dry mouth and word slobber, I found a very kind friend. You should meet her, I’ll bet you’ll have a crush too.