Monday, December 29, 2008

You Shook Me All Night Long: A Love Story - 11

Chapter 1 - I'm Not Wearing Any Pants! Or, Drinking and Dressing
Chapter 2 - Where's Luppy?
Chapter 3 - Charming
Chapter 4 - Snow Angeling
Chapter 5 - AC/DC is Romantic in the AM
Chapter 6 - Call me!
Chapter 7 - IMs
Chapter 8 - Blessings
Chapter 9 - Lovesick
Chapter 10 - Signs


Chapter 11 - And So, Like the Sands of the Hourglass...

A night out with the girls wearing little more than a shirt lead to meeting my Mr. Perfect. Somehow, after singing AC/DC to him (and utilizing other scare tactics) he was still interested in me. So in January I planned a trip to see him. And then I was diagnosed as love sick.


On January 18th, I flew to D.C. We went on our first date that night.

I returned home, completely in love. So much so that I started writing poetry about my Mr. Perfect.

January came and went, soon it was almost Valentine's Day and Mr. Perfect was on his way to see me! We hung out with some family and enjoyed the fabulousness that is cheesy corn bake.

We had an awesome first Valentine's, even if it was apart. February was a big month - we made our relationship official. On Facebook, of course.

March was fabulous. I visited Mr. Perfect in D.C. two weekends in a row. I learned that Mr. Perfect could not only put up with my craziness, but embrace and love it. Yes, even after texting him 70 times in one night. March was topped off in the perfect way - with one of the best birthdays in the history of birthdays.

In April, I asked Mr. Perfect on a date and we fell in love with Pizza Cones. Hmm... that... uh, that pretty much sums up April.

By May we had already discussed what we were going to do - how long before we are in the same city and uh, what city will that be? And how? And and and and! So many questions...

May was a really crazy month, with lots of travel for work and to see Mr. Perfect. My favorite trip might have been Mr. Perfect's birthday, Cinco de Mayo! Or Memorial Day. My Memorial Day trip was great - we ate amazing food, almost died, and played beer pong. It was a good time.

June was just as great - our first road trip! To... Wichita. The most accurate fortune ever. And a LOL cat visit at the office. I was able to piggy-back off a work trip at the end of June and spent another long weekend with Mr. Perfect & Co.

The next weekend I was back in D.C. again for 4th of July! And P.S. I'm still scared of jellyfish. In July I started to become impatient. I was so over this long distance dating crap. So Maureen offered me dating advice. Thankfully, Mr. Perfect came back to KC. We plotted and planned and even did a little shopping for our future home! Oh, and I showed off a little more crazy. Oye.

August was looking just as crazy as May. I was in the DC area for over two weeks, including a weekend in Florida. It was a rehearsal for our trip we were planning to go to Barbados in September! During my extended stay in D.C. (again, blessed work!), Mr. Perfect and I compared our relationship to a sitcom. So fitting some days...

I think I can safely say Mr. Perfect and I had both been looking forward to September for quite a while. The year was quickly ticking away, and our trip to Barbados was rapidly approaching. Barbados was bound to be interesting - our first big trip as a couple (and only, outside of Florida), the most amount of time we would spend together up to that time, the first Wednesday we would spend together, and the only time we would truly be together, just the two of us. Every other trip to see each other also meant making sure we were squeezing in time to see each other's friends and family. This trip was really just about us. And it was glorious.

October was a month full of fun with friends. Mr. Perfect and I knew we weren't going to see each other much after our trip to Barbados until the holidays. Dating long distance, half-way across country gets a wee bit pricey. I think knowing that we weren't going to see each other as often as we had inspired me to write the story of how we met.

The important thing about October was that Mr. Perfect did make it back for the Corn Shucking Contest! Ok, so he also made it back for Halloween. And, in a classic test of a relationship, yes, he held my hair when I puked. awww, it's real love.

November was fun. I loved it. It started out with a bang - a PJ party with Mr. Perfect and friends in my lovely Manhattan, Kan., and I was referred to as epically awkward. What more can a girl ask for?

Well, a girl can ask for her boyfriend to live in the same city! Yeah, that's right, even though Mr. Perfect tried to entertain me, I was pretty bummed by the adjective "long-distance" still being associated with our relationship.

Thankfully, Thanksgiving came quickly and brought Mr. Perfect along with it. We had a great time together - went on a fancy date, caught a game, and just had another fabulous week together.

Suddenly... it was December. I felt like I'd been waiting for December... all year! Once again I was blessed with the chance to see Mr. Perfect by way of a trip for work. The next thing I knew, Mr. Perfect was back in KC and it was time for Christmas! Our first Christmas together was nearly perfect, affected only slightly by my stress and anxiety. The week we had together was great, and it was difficult to see him go right before the one-year anniversary of the night we met.

And now here we are.

A year that rushed by.

It's overwhelming to look back at how much we did and how much we went through together.

And somehow, through the distance, the phone calls, the texts and IM's, the hundreds spent on parking at the airport and thousands (quite literally) on airfare, the tears of frustration, anxiety and fear, the laughing until cheeks hurt, the signs and banners and airport greetings, the lonely Saturdays and amazing vacations, a Wednesday or two together, and a million other moments, somehow we've only gotten stronger together.

And so today, one year to the day I first sang to Mr. Perfect, I gave my notice at work.

And in three weeks, on January 18th, one year to the day I stepped off the plane and jumped into his arms, I will step out of the car and into my new home in D.C.




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24 comments:

  1. Rock and Roll. Your story has been terrific.

    Thanks for sharing it.

    Also, "holding the hair back when puking" doesn't hold a candle to what I did in Italy when Alli got food poisoning. In the bidet. With the plug in.

    Ew.
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  2. Tears are rolling down my face, what a great story! I found your blog around the time you started the "You Shook Me" series. The signs at the airport are things movies are made of (as is the whole story). I saw this pop up on my reader today and scrolled line by line, anxious to see if you had big news to share. Best of luck to you and Mr. Perfect from a total stranger who got caught up in it all (and has her own Mr. Perfect, and a Mr. Perfect Jr. too!) I will be waiting for updates!!
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  3. Can't wait to see how everything unfolds! I love you, lady!
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  4. I am stupid. My wife and I have been reading your blog for a few months and have never commented. We are VERY creepy. This is the first time I have been compelled to comment. I just read this post and then immediatly yelled "NO WAY" to my wife who was in another room and then when she came into the room to see what was so important, I read the post to her (she was equally excited).
    Congrats!
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  5. A. I clicked on EVERY link. (I have no life.)

    B. I am SOOOOO excited for you.

    C. I've been waiting for this moment for a long time. Like I couldn't even enjoy my Christmas because I hadn't heard yet what was next for you and Mr. Perfect? Yah, it's that bad.

    D. KC will miss you, pickle!
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  6. Yay! I, too have been following your story for a long time, quite stalkerishly. Is that a word? No?

    But I just couldn't be happier for you two cra-zazy kids. Thanks for sharing your story with the internets. We loves it.
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  7. Oh I love all you creepy little stalkers!

    Shane, that is disgusting and ew.

    Monica, thanks so much!

    T. Hart, when are you coming to visit?

    thecpack, thanks, your story made me laugh.

    Thanks Stephanie! Sorry to keep you waiting so long - it has been a painful secret to keep.

    jami - stalkerishly is totally a word. Nice usage.
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  8. Oh my goodness! Congratulations from another stranger who totally got caught up in this story. :-) You really should publish these into a book or something. Hope D.C. is wonderful and best of luck to an adorable couple!
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  9. Congratulations, friend! I am so excited for you!! I can't wait to read about your new DC adventures!
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  10. Well it's a loss for KC but we'll survive (we survived this Chiefs season for cripes sake).

    Keep bloggin so we know how it goes, and I think most of us will stay happy for you. Oh, and let everybody know when the Hallmark channel buys the rights to the movie.
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  11. Hallmark Channel?!?! Come on! This has Disney written alllll over it.
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  12. Yea! I'm so happy for you. Hubby lived in Columbia,Mo when we met. Yes long distance romances suck! We started dating in Jan '84, engaged Dec'84 & married July '85. Yup 23 years married! And you will too. You have the most important thing: you talk & laugh together. Save those signs for when you walk down the aisle! Hugs!
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  13. Dude, I'm crying. Why am I crying? WTF??? I met you, what, ONCE? For about 2 minutes? And you probly don't even remember it.

    Wait...did I meet you?

    Anyway, I'm glad you're happy. And I can't wait to read the stories you have to tell after you've been living with Mr. P after a bit. Awesome!
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  14. Of course we met! Hoopers!!

    I kinda FAIL at Blogger meet-ups. Let's just say I was scarred by an...incident.
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  15. I am sad we are losing our pickle but I am sure DC can use one! Between you and Obama DC will never be the same. Congrats to you and best wishes on the rest of the story...please let there be a rest of the story that we get to read??

    Kenna in Lawrence
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  16. Oh hell, what a story. I'm sure you'll tear it up in D.C...keep "your followers" posted ;-)
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  17. Please don't stop. And, yes, you HAVE a book here. Keep it all and work on it, and Jennifer Aniston wil be playing you and you will put your kids through college.
    But for us, here, DON'T STOP. I had to log in from another state just to see what happened over the holidays.....
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  18. Thank you all so much! It's been fun to share this with you and hear encouraging words (Shane, Spyder!)

    And of course I can't stop oversharing! Someone has to set the TMI bar!
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  19. aww you can't go. what will this town do with only a mostly spicy pickle?? Hmm?
    Actually, i don't know if it's that i'm functioning at 3 am on a box of cheezits, two pots of coffee and a maddeningly slow FTP transfer, but damnit, your last couple of lines brought a tear to my weary eye. Young love. So much to enjoy. So much to worry about. Hehe. My word verification is 'menippla'. That somehow seems fortuitous.
    Best wishes in your adventures!
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  20. menippla.

    Hmm...

    I totally read that as men nipple-ah
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  21. If it was a true love he would move here so you don't have to re-subtitle your blog.
    Good luck!
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  22. Erin, I followed a link from Shea's tumbler to your blog and after reading your story let me just say - you are my hero. You and Mr. Perfect may have given me hope that someday someone will appreciate me for my quirks. Hope you are enjoying life together in DC.
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  23. Cam! Thanks so much! I think there's always hope as long as you're true to yourself. It's so much easier, things are so much more fun, life is so much more fulfilling - it's the only way to live!
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