On or about June 28th, 1998--- Him: Hey....uh... Me: Ciara Him: Yea! Ciara....so...your friend...she gotta man? Me: No. Him: Think you can put me on, or....? Me: Shes not interested. Him: I mean, she said that? Me: No. But I just know. Besides, why do you think Id hook you up? Him: (laughs) Ok. Me: I mean what? You think just cuz you look exactly like Jon B who just happens to be my favorite artist right now cuz hes so fine....and you know just about everything there is to know about everything like youre some kind of super genius...and you know more about sports, fashion, and hip hop than ANYbody else I know...which frankly fascinates me because, well lets just put it out there, Ive not met many white guys like you...I mean Im just being honest....and youre real hot and all so you think Im just going to hook you up with my..... (Me: to myself)...oh snap. I just said that out loud. Him: Right. Well...its alright. Look, just tell her to page me if she wants to talk. Me: Yea yea. Ok. Sure. No prob. (To myself: Oh my God he has a pager too! Does it get better?!) Hey! Umm how old are you? Him: 16. Me: So you drive or...?? Him: Yea. Me: Like YOUR car or??? Him: (laughing) Yea. Ill see you later. Me to myself: Seriously a pager and a car?!?!? The rest is history...happy 8th anniversary of marriage, 13 years of being together, and 16 years of being best friends, Punk. I adore you more and more every day!!! Xoxoxo
Posted on: Sun, 27 Jul 2014 12:36:35 +0000
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