
I REALLY need to scan some of my wedding pics! Anyway I hope I haven't told my story before but I was thinking back to when Stacy and I first met.
We met in November 1988.
I worked at a local Motel just off of I-95 which was a busy~busy~busy place. (Florence IS about half-way between NYC & Miami you know!).
Stacy was working in Florence doing construction on the new UPS building and staying at the Motel.
My policy was "no dating guests. Ever" because plenty of married businessmen and truckdrivers were forever hitting on me.
Stacy asked me out and I told him said policy. The next night, he asked me again. Next night, again.
I thought "Holy Crap is this guy EVER going to get the message?". He would come down and work out in the Gym and I would do my work behind the front desk and snicker to myself because it was so obvious he was trying to impress me.
He would come to the desk when it was time to get off and we sat around and talked. Anyway I did give in and we did start dating.
He lived in Summerville (about an hour and a half away).
We did the long distance thing for a few months. Then he said his ex-GF wanted to get back together and he was "confused".
I solved his confusion for him, I told him we were through and that was that.
Little did I know he and the Ex had never broke up and he was a cheating low-down dirty dog but anyhoo......
It wasn't long after that he started contacting me again wanting to be friends, see me, etc.
I was having none of it.
For FIVE years he would call my house and talk to my Mom, my Dad, my Brother but I would never return his calls.
In June 1994 once again he called.
My Dad gave me the message and he and my Mom both said "Why don't you call that poor boy back?" and something just clicked and I thought "Why not?".
So, I did. We talked and talked and talked.
He drove up that week-end to pick me up and took me back down to Summerville.
We went out, we had a blast. The sparks were still there. This boy was serious.
In a matter of weeks I had moved down to his parents house and he was talking marriage.
At first I asked him if I could think about it. (Hey not every girl aspires to have Mrs. in front of her name!).
But after some soul-searching I realized I did love him.
He made me laugh, he made me feel special and despite the redneck good ol' boy exterior he was the Prince I always said I would have and wouldn't settle for anything less.
We got engaged July 1994 and planned on getting married St. Patricks Day 1995.
Well it wasn't long before we decided we didn't want to wait that long so we re-set our wedding date for October 22,1994 and the rest, they say is history.
Oh and did I ever worry about him being a cheating low-down dirty dog again?
Nah. He told me after we broke up he told his Daddy and all of his friends "If I can ever get that girl to go back with me, I"m going to marry her" and he did.
I have never doubted his love for me and I hope I never do!
Now I want to hear your story of how you met your Significant Other. Details!!! If you'd rather do your own blog post about it that's fine, just tell me.