A New York Love Story

Everything the dating “experts” tell you NOT to do/expect is pretty much a part of our story. 

1. We met in a club

2. Became “familiar” quickly. 😂 

3. Had in-house dates early on.  

4. Dealt with ex drama

5. Broke up & got back together.

6. Moved in before engagement or any talk of marriage.  

7. No magical marriage proposal moment.  

BUT, here we are, happy and in love.  

Funny thing though: we *almost* didn’t even make it to our first date. So here’s the story:

Dre and I met at a club. 😳 It was my friend’s birthday and we had plans to go to Atlantic City for the weekend. At the last minute, she changed her mind and another friend of ours invited us to a party that she was working (as a a promoter). There were 3 of us, my friend & her boyfriend, and me. I knew a lot of people there, so I did my little social butterfly thing and roamed around/danced alone most of the evening so her and the bf could hang. At one point, I wandered, tipsy and in a great mood, over to the bar to get a glass of water - where I bumped into Dre. Literally fell into his arms. The dress I had on had an open back and his hand found his way to my bare back and conversation ensued.

Me: My back is sweaty.

Dre: *shrugs* I don’t care, do you? 

Me: *shrugs* not really.  

I don’t quite remember what else was said #blamethevodka, but at some point he introduced me to his sister and friend who he’d come to the party with. I do remember mentioning where I lived, and him saying that his friend lived a block away. He’ll say I invited him over to our table for a drink but I don’t remember that, I just remember that once I walked away, I kept seeing him every time I turned around. On the dance floor, by the stairs, by our table. LOL. I gave him (& 2 other guys) my number that cold, December Saturday night.

I had heard from the other two already, but by Tuesday evening, hadn’t heard a peep from Mr. Touch My Sweaty Back. LATE that night - like after midnight - I finally get a text, “hey, can you talk?”

…

Um, no. *ignore* And best believe I won’t be talking to him if he decides to call later. Who does he think he is that he can text me that late, for the first time, and I’m supposed to be ready and willing to talk at that hour. No, again.

I get a call the next afternoon from the same number. *sends to voicemail*

And I was determined to not even listen to the message. But my curiosity got the best of me, so I finally checked it as I was heading home from work that day.

Ugh. He has a nice voice. DOUBLE UGH. He’s witty & funny.

So now I have to call him back. I don’t really know what it was, but something about hearing his voice made me smile. Just typing this out now gives me that same happy feeling - what we later called the “warm & fuzzies” for each other.

On that call, we planned a first date, and well, it never happened. HE STOOD ME UP!

Not really, but I like to say that. LOL! He called me a few hours before our date and told me he was styling a photoshoot and it was running later than he expected so he wouldn’t be able to make it, and politely asked if we could reschedule.

He was STYLING A PHOTOSHOOT. If that right there doesn’t tell me we were meant to be together…! So yeah, we rescheduled, had a blast (even though our friends who were on the double date with us were kissing before we’d even hugged each other LOL) and, well there’s a whole lot of other stuff that happened before we got here, but I’m sure you’re just ready to see some cute kids. Maybe I’ll share more of our story later. Until then, feast on the cuteness!