Quite a few bloggers are writing recently about how they met their boyfriends, husbands and significant others. I figured that I would go out with a bang (post 99), and talk about my very handsome, very fabulous boyfriend. (My boyfriend isn't in these pictures, but I figured a kickball post isn't fun without kickball pics...BTW, click on the pics if you want to see us up close and personal).
We met at kickball. Yes, it's kind of funny, but I play for an adult kickball league. It's actually very, very fun. We pregame at happy hour (2 dollar miller lites) and then hit the field for a game.
Well, I met J on my very first night. I was a player, and he was our ref. I remember thinking, wow, he's so cute, I bet he has a girlfriend (they always do), but I lucked out and he didn't. We didn't actually talk that night, but he certainly caught my eye. There was no way that I could forget him because he threw two of our players out of the first game. One for running over a girl on the other team to get to first base, and our coach for wearing metal cleats (very illegal in drunk kickball). Most of my team was pissed at him. I just thought he was cute.
(Me pose? never!)
Anyways, as luck would have it, he found me online and shot me an email. I immediately recognized him and responded with an oh so smooth, "hey, aren't you my kickball ref?" and the rest is history. It took him about a month (of talking all the time) to gather the courage to ask me out, but it's been fabulous ever since.
(This was the move that TOTALLY sealed the deal. After he saw that leg flip, he was all mine).
Edited to add: Boyfriend is not a stalker. Finding me online was shear coincidence, and he didn't remember me as well as I remembered him. It's a lot easier to remember 1 kickball ref rather than 300 chicks that play kickball. =]