on this day of love, i would like to proclaim my love to the charmer pictured above. not. that's gross.
instead, let me tell you the story of how brad and i met. because...we're about to be at the five year mile marker and i had to do something for valentine's day?
i was a freshman in high school and decided quite randomly to become the manager of the wrestling team. (judge away. it's embarassing, i know.)
brad was on the wrestling team (and two years older, gasp!) and i developed a little crush. one that resembled stalking. no, not in a cute sort of way.
i never talked to him. ever. but on occasion he would sit behind me on the bus to tournaments. which always sent me into anaphylactic shock.
encounter number one: then one day at safeway on a stop for food. he sat down next to me and asked how my caramel + apples were. i was less than charming and yelled in his face about how disgusting his meal looked.
encounter number two: brad asks me why i wore pajama pants to an all day wrestling tournament. good effing question, why the hell would i do that?
encounter number three: my co-manager and i arrange a "secret" phone operation. she pretends to lose her phone, can't find me, asks if she can borrow brad's to call me, i don't answer, she texts me from his phone saying "where are you?", i respond several hours later with "who is this?"
genius, huh? we thought so. except brad realized it was a setup and then didn't text back. that was only kind of embarrassing.
encounter number four: we carpool with friends across the state to watch the state wrestling tournament and begin have awkward and over thought conversations brought on by me.
encounter number five: after we are back from the tournament brad texts me on president's day, "happy president's day".....?
here we are as babies in our high school days.