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A Valentines Day Fail

I will preface this story by stating the obvious: we are living happily ever after despite this utter failure.


From my perspective, Jeremy and I had met about a month or two before this and had been hanging out with our mutual friends and having a good time getting to know each other. But he hadn't come out and said that he liked me or anything and I was kind of not sure where this was going. I knew he and I had both just come out of relationships that ended badly, his moreso than mine actually, and I wasn't sure I (or he) was ready to be in another relationship. And actually at this point, I had started thinking that maybe I wasn't as interested.

We were planning to go with 2 of our friends to see a western-themed Taming of the Shrew (which actually was hilarious). I didn't know this but apparently Jeremy was hoping we would go alone but I had invited our friends because I thought that would be fun. And it was... just not the time Jeremy had hoped for.

As a side note, that night Jeremy gave me a coffee bean grinder and coffee cup that I still have and is my favorite coffee mug. Here's a picture of it. I've had it now for 8 years! Wow... time flies.

Back to our story. So after the play we went back to our dorms. We really did have a good time, but we were planning to go to something else together the next night and at this point I was kind of not looking forward to it because I thought it might be awkward.

So I did the smart thing: text my friend about the fact that I didn't want to go with him.

Nothing can go wrong with technology! I defy human error!

Yeah, I sent that text TO JEREMY.

picture credit: http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/

And as soon as I did I knew it and I freaked out. I texted him right away and asked if he'd gotten a message from me. (Of course he had). But he said the message had gotten messed up and he couldn't read it. And like an idiot I believed him. Fast forward.

We went to the event the next night and had a good time. He never brought it up. Then later either that night or later in the week, we had the infamous "tennis court talk" in which he told me that he liked me and was interested in a relationship but wasn't quite ready to date; I told him I just wanted to be friends.

We parted that semester and went our separate ways. Long story short, we met up again the following semester, my senior year and his junior year, and we began hanging out together again. He was so kind and was such a good friend to me. I knew that I wanted to date him and at that point, we were both in a better position to be in a relationship together. We began dating October 30, 2006 -- the day before Halloween! Fitting, right?

I never knew until much later -- we were either engaged or married -- that he HAD gotten that text and knew that I wasn't looking forward to our "date," but he never said anything and never let on. What a guy. There's a reason I love him!

Happy Valentines Day to my favorite!






Comments

  1. WOW! That was an utter SUCCESS story! So you never found out until you were engaged or married?? Amazing. What a great attitude, Jeremy!

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  2. You guys are too cute ;)

    Randomly enough, I was in a western-themed Comedy of Errors. What's with people putting on western-themed Shakespeare plays? haha

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  3. haha the cartoon saying "what is wrong with me" is hilarious.. so are you!!
    glad it worked out eventually ;)
    -Fatima

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  4. I did something like that with Josh one time. It was bad, but it eventually ended happily, too. =)

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  5. The events of the tennis court talk and the text were swapped. Had she texted me prior, I wouldn't have bothered with the tennis court... It was awkward enough as it was... o_0

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