Thursday, September 11, 2014

You Look Like an Idiot

Three years ago yesterday, I met Tim for the first time.

We were at a UK football tailgate hosted by a mutual friend. It was a blazing hot day and if anyone knows me, they know I don't like the heat.

So, this was my set up on said day...

Oh am I so glad I have a picture documenting this day and what I was doing.

Because it was when I popped open that big red umbrella amongst a sea of blue in 80+ degree weather, did Tim turn to me and say the first words he ever said to me.

"You look like an idiot."

Ahh, the charm.

Most girls would have been flabbergasted at the rudeness and labeled this baby-faced boy as an ass. But not me. I laughed and was instantly intrigued.

So this guy can dish it out, can he? Let's see if he can take it.

It wouldn't be until months later that Tim and I would reconnect and go on our first date. But I always remembered the quick-witted guy who had me laughing from the moment we met.

Now, 2.5 years later, we are dating, living together, and have 4 (yikes) fur babies.

There are so many things I love about Tim, but in the interest of not triggering your gag reflex, I'll keep this short and sweet.

Tim is freakin' hilarious. He's quiet, so if you don't know him well, you won't see it. But his witty remarks are quick and endless. Yes, most of them are inappropriate and often cross the line, but he's smart and clever. I  love dating someone who can jab with me and not miss a beat.

We are both competitive to a fault. Everything is a competition in our relationship. Race to the car. Pick-up basketball game. Who do the dogs love more? It's a constant (fun-loving) battle.

Tim has the biggest heart for those less fortunate, and for animals. He's always donating or helping where he can. And he would rescue every dog from the shelter if I would let him.

His carefree nature balances out my tendency to worry. I never grew up a worry-wart but apparently I have become one. So, his "go with the flow" approach helps keep my anxieties in check.

Tim sings Sam Smith's "Stay With Me" in the car at the top of his lungs in a falsetto. No joke. It cracks me up. And he's actually not bad.

However, he has ZERO rhythm. He has to constantly ask me if he's "on the beat." And his dancing... horrendous. Which is absolute perfection.

I promised I would keep this short and sweet, so I'll stop. But I felt I had to dedicate at least one post to say something sweet about Tim.

The man who won me over with 5 little words.

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