Not Me!

This week on Kelly's Korner, it's all about proposal stories!

I shared my proposal story in a "Not Me!" format awhile ago.

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I found this new blog called My Charming Kids.

Every Monday, she has this "theme"  called "Not Me Monday."

So . . . I thought I would give it a shot!

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I hope I do it right . . . let me know what you think!

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Interruption:  For the purposes of this blog post, I will refer to The Lumberjack as Chick.

No.

That is not his real name.

But he did want to name our son that.

Ridiculous.

We'll see how he likes it.

When I was a junior in High School, a senior boy named Chick (ha!  take that Lumberjack!) gave me his senior picture with this written on the back,

"Hey, Taylor!  I like you!  Call me if you ever get over him."

Fact:  The Lumberjack's Wife just had a boy break up with her.

I did not want to call Chick on the phone.

Nope.

Not me.

I was still kind of hoping "other guy" would like me again someday.

And I surely did not regret not calling Chick two days later.

Nope.

Not me.

And I most certainly did not get panicky that, since he was graduating, I would never see Chick and all his handsomeness again.

I would never do that.

On the day of Chick's high school graduation, I was determined to make my move.

I bought a lovely card to give to him that included my phone number.

And, no.

I did not race to the graduation with a friend, despite the fact that I had just rolled and totalled my car that very exact day.

Not me.

That would have seemed desperate.

I would have stayed home and rested.

That was someone else.

When on our first date, I was not disappointed and discouraged that our date only lasted 56 minutes.

Not me.

I am always a trooper.

Finally, Chick and I became an official "item."

Fact:  I hate when people say a couple is an "item."  Why do they say that?  Lame.

We had gotten together, but still hadn't kissed yet.

We took my two dogs, Joey and Willie on a walk.

Chick made up some dumb game where he had to do anything  to me that I said for him to do to Willie.

What?

I know.

It's ok.

He was homeschooled for a good part of his life.

Interruption:  I am not against home school.  Calm down.  It's just a joke between the Lumberjack and I.

Now, listen.

Chick was moving a little to slowly.

On account of the home school.

(kidding!)

But I did not decide to take matters into my own hands.

And, no, I did not tell him to kiss Willie.

Not me.

That would seem too forward.

About a month later, Chick told me he loved me.

And I did not tell him that he couldn't possibly love me yet and that he could only say he liked me a lot.

I am not bossy like that.

Oh, and I most certainly did not regret that statement one month after that and ask him to tell me he loved me again.

Chick and I started spending every waking moment together and soon we did truly fall in love.

Or, as much in love as 17 and 18 year-olds could be.

But I did not talk with him about marriage when I was only 17.

Not me.

And on our 11-month anniversary, I did think he was going to propose.

And I most certainly did not have a bad attitude once I realized that the secret location that he drove 1 hour to take me to was not someplace romantic, but was in fact, a mini-golf paradise.

I did not have a bad attitude while playing mini-golf.

Not me.

Then on our 1 year anniversary, I did not expect him to propose to me that day.

Not me.

I am extremely patient.

Chick took me on an all day date for our one year anniversary.  I can't quite remember all the places we went.  But I do remember that every time he turned a corner, a loud ratting sound came from the back seat.

"What's that, Chick?"

"It's your anniversary present!"

I did not have a bad attitude from that moment on because I knew that a tiny ring could not make that loud noise.

Not me.

And when I finally realized he had tricked me and was, in fact, proposing, I did not stop him mid-proposal and inform him that he was proposing with the wrong hand.

No.  I would not want to embarrass him like that.

Finally, that brings me to me and Chick's wedding day.

The pastor thought it would be funny to have the congregation take a vote as to whether we should kiss or just shake hands.

One person voted for a hand shake.

The rest of the crowd voted for a kiss.

And that was enough for my Chick.

Before I knew it, he was moving in, arms out, lips all smoochy-like.

But, I remained calm.

I did not frantically shout, "Stop!  He didn't say 'You may now kiss the bride!'"

No.

Not me.

I would never do that.

The End.

P.S.- After writing this, it seems like during my dating years with Chick, I seemed to have a bit of an attitude.

Fact:  This is precisely why 17 year olds should not talk about marriage.

I did not just admit that.

Not me.