Recently I’ve been reminiscing about little details from when Dave and I first met, and the beginning of our relationship. It’s hard to believe that come December 10, we’ll have been together for 6 years. Before this relationship, my longest was a year and a half, and it was long distance!
When Dave first
stalked me contacted me on MySpace, and we agreed to meet in person, we had never spoken on the phone. We exchanged brief MySpace messages, and some IMs before agreeing to meet in person.
At the coffee shop where we met, Dave was sweating bullets. I was the first girl he had met online! I remember he was wearing a green and yellow striped rugby shirt, and a corduroy blazer. I also remember thinking how cute he was!
Our meeting was brief, but when I got home later that day I had a message waiting for me, telling me how much he enjoyed it, and how much more beautiful he thought I was in person than showed in my pictures.
Our second date? Was a Santa Pub Crawl. Dave was a brave, brave man, going on a pub crawl with a girl he just met, and some of her friends. That was the night we had our first kiss, and the night we discovered we both liked ska music.
I remember Dave picking me up for a date and my mom wanting to meet him SO BADLY. I vehemently refused, and instead she peeked out the window to get a good look at him. Her reaction? “Lacey! He’s SO good looking!” I know.
He couldn’t get over the fact that there was a long line for movies on Christmas Day. Being that he had never had a “Jewish Christmas” before, he didn’t know this subculture of movies on Christmas Day existed!
About a month into our relationship, we decided on a whim to go to Washington DC for a night. It was then that I made Dave log into his Facebook account, and I made our relationship “official”. Don’t know why that was the catalyst, but it was!
Wednesdays soon became “Lacey Day” in Dave’s weeks. He was so busy then with band practice, gigs, Bronx Underground shows and more, that Wednesdays were our guaranteed day together. He once said he knew it was serious when a friend asked him to do something on a Wednesday, and his immediate reply was, “No, it’s Lacey Day.”
These little memories make me smile.