Throwback- How we met

So way back when, I wrote about the night that Doug proposed. But I realized I have never told the awesome story about how we met and started dating. Which I figure is perfect for Throwback Thursday.

Back in the day, when I was a mere sophomore in college, I had just returned to Athens after summer break. I was kind of "talking" to a guy from home, whatever the hell that means. But I entered sophomore year ready to go. I had a roommate I actually liked, there was a room full of cute boys next to us, and plenty of fun to have. The school year started, and it was probably a month or two before we got to know the boys next door. Two of them had girlfriends, but one did not and spent a lot of time in our room (and no, this was not Doug). 

Excuse the drunk eyes.
Roommate and I with our then neighbor

A few days after we all finally started talking, they asked if they could borrow our desk chairs to play beer pong in their room (oh yes, the joys of college). We of course said yes, but only if we could get in on a game.

Which happened to be against these two. Who also happened to be the two biggest shit talkers in the world. And if there is one thing you need to know about me, it is that I am DAMN competitive. So the shit talking was making me angry...pretty sure I referred to them as serious assholes. And yes, the one on the left is now my husband.

A few days after that fateful beer pong game, I had decided he wasn't such a huge asshole and we had started to talk on AIM (oh so cool). Our group of friends had decided to go out on a Tuesday night to the 'club' of Athens, Evo. They had a college-ID night, so you didn't have to be 21 to get in. But I'm a white girl who dances horribly, so wanted to make sure I was good and liquored up- so I drank a full water bottle of Goldschlager that someone had left in our fridge. An hour later, and blacked out on the dance floor, we were apparently making out. 

But this story doesn't end there. If you remember I still had that boy from home (oops. I still feel bad about that). We made plans for him to come down to visit on Halloween- but basically the whole weekend he was there, I missed Doug. Who had made himself rather scarce...he wasn't super thrilled I had another boy coming to visit. 

I was a fairy? I guess...?
Totally rocking the sequin purse, college ID in hand

As soon as the other boy had left, I knew that I had to end things. The whole weekend had felt off, and I didn't like that I hadn't seen Doug at all. So I made that awkward phone call, and moved on.But we didn't start dating yet. There had been another boy I dated over the summer that I had gotten way too attached to and when our relationship ended with no warning, I was devastated. Why was I such a drammmma queen??

So even though Doug and I were hanging out every single day, I kept putting off the relationship talk. Even after the night of too many tequila shots when I decided I needed to walk allll the way across campus to visit him, knocked someones play station off a dresser, puked in at least 2 different dorm bathrooms, and he took care of my drunk ass all night did we make it official.

We left for Christmas break (which was 6 weeks...oh the days of quarters at OU! The best.) and continued to talk every. single. day. We returned to school in January and by January 18, it was official. 

A few of our first photos together.

And obviously 7 years later, here we are. Married for almost a year (was it already a year ago??) and oh so happy for those nights of Goldschlager (even though I still can't take any cinnamon flavored shot) and tequila, and that I stopped being so emotional and realized the guy I wanted was right in front of me.