A love story, part 1…I’m just his type

This Friday Lee and I are going to celebrate our 11th wedding anniversary. So I figured I’d spend the week telling our sappy love story. Of course, I was only 18 and Lee was just 23 when we met so there was actually less sap and more beer. A couple of years ago I gave the abbreviated version of how we met, but here’s all the sordid details.

Lee and I were introduced by our friends. My high school friend, Joy, was dating Lee’s childhood friend, Andre. Some day in May 1993 Joy introduced me to Andre. Andre told me he thought I would be perfect for his friend, Lee. He said I was just Lee’s type (whatever that means). I was game so I told him to set up a group date.

On May 26, 1993 I met Lee for the very first time. I’m not usually a person who remembers exact dates, but I remember this date because it was exactly one week after Lee’s 23rd birthday. We met at Andre’s “folk’s” house. (He didn’t live with his parents, but he called the people he lived with his “folks.” Don’t know why. I guess he was just close to them.)

We grilled burgers and played cards and drinking games all night. We even took some photos to remember the night. I wish I remembered more about what we talked about or how the date went, but apparently there was a little too much beer and too many drinking games because much of the night is a blur. That or my brain just can’t remember back that far. It has been more than 15 years after all.

Here’s me, Andre and Joy (with Lee in the background mirror).

Eventually we decided to try out the hot tub. I can’t remember what we wore in to the hot tub, but I do know neither Joy or I brought our swimsuits. Whatever we wore we went downstairs to change in Andre’s bedroom.

Weeks later, after Lee and I were officially dating, Lee admitted that he and Andre went outside and tried to peek through the basement window to see us changing. I know. Perverts. And yet I still married him. He claims they couldn’t really see anything. Yeah, right.

Here’s Lee telling his friend Dustin (who lived with Andre and the “folks”) about how they were big perverts and tried to spy on us.

At the end of the night Lee asked me for my number. I wasn’t sure if that meant he liked me or if he just felt obligated. He wasn’t really giving off the “your the love of my life” vibes so I wasn’t surprised when I didn’t hear from him…