so last night...
i met my future husband.
i was in the bathroom at the church i grew up at, when suddenly in walked princes william and harry.
apparently they had not realized it was the women's restroom, as there's a sitting room at the front. i quickly got out of there, as, hello, they're princes, so you can't just tell them it's the women's restroom and they have to get out. but apparently harry didn't have to go, as he followed me out and then proceeded to hit on me. i was flattered, because that is one handsome man, but then i realized that i shouldn't be, because he's a player, so i don't want his attention anyway.
it was at about this time that the guy who was in charge of making sure the princes got where they were supposed to be on time, met who they were supposed to meet, and all those kinds of things came along and rescued me from these unwanted attentions. he (who looked like greg grunberg) told harry to go find will and make sure they were ready for the thing they were supposed to do, then he and i began talking. he was very pleasant and easy to talk to.
they must have been in town for a couple weeks, because this man and i ended up spending a lot of time together before he had to go back to england. (he strangely did not have a british accent, but whatever.) knowing that living across the ocean from one another is a terrible way to have a relationship, especially at the start, left us in a bit of a quandary. also, i didn't really know if he was thinking that way, i was feeling like he did, but didn't really know, so why was i worrying about it, and even if he did want anything it was so impractical so it would never happen and so many many things running through my head. so when i was standing at work talking with some people, and one of the girls saw him walking up behind me, she said, 'you have to talk to him.' and i knew she was right. so i summoned all my courage and quietly said, 'i need to talk to you,' and we headed for the stairwell for privacy without another word.
i was ahead of him walking up the stairs and as i reached the landing and started to turn to go up the next flight, he calmly and matter-of-factly said, 'i want to be able to call you my girlfriend.' i whirled around and stared at him as he reached me, then threw myself into his arms when he got to the landing. we were about to kiss...and then all of a sudden there were all sorts of people in the stairwell, so that never happened.
i like to think that it happened sometime, though, because when he said that, i think we both knew that we meant more than just boyfriend/girlfriend. we knew that all the rest would follow.
i was in the bathroom at the church i grew up at, when suddenly in walked princes william and harry. apparently they had not realized it was the women's restroom, as there's a sitting room at the front. i quickly got out of there, as, hello, they're princes, so you can't just tell them it's the women's restroom and they have to get out. but apparently harry didn't have to go, as he followed me out and then proceeded to hit on me. i was flattered, because that is one handsome man, but then i realized that i shouldn't be, because he's a player, so i don't want his attention anyway.
it was at about this time that the guy who was in charge of making sure the princes got where they were supposed to be on time, met who they were supposed to meet, and all those kinds of things came along and rescued me from these unwanted attentions. he (who looked like greg grunberg) told harry to go find will and make sure they were ready for the thing they were supposed to do, then he and i began talking. he was very pleasant and easy to talk to.they must have been in town for a couple weeks, because this man and i ended up spending a lot of time together before he had to go back to england. (he strangely did not have a british accent, but whatever.) knowing that living across the ocean from one another is a terrible way to have a relationship, especially at the start, left us in a bit of a quandary. also, i didn't really know if he was thinking that way, i was feeling like he did, but didn't really know, so why was i worrying about it, and even if he did want anything it was so impractical so it would never happen and so many many things running through my head. so when i was standing at work talking with some people, and one of the girls saw him walking up behind me, she said, 'you have to talk to him.' and i knew she was right. so i summoned all my courage and quietly said, 'i need to talk to you,' and we headed for the stairwell for privacy without another word.
i was ahead of him walking up the stairs and as i reached the landing and started to turn to go up the next flight, he calmly and matter-of-factly said, 'i want to be able to call you my girlfriend.' i whirled around and stared at him as he reached me, then threw myself into his arms when he got to the landing. we were about to kiss...and then all of a sudden there were all sorts of people in the stairwell, so that never happened.i like to think that it happened sometime, though, because when he said that, i think we both knew that we meant more than just boyfriend/girlfriend. we knew that all the rest would follow.
posted by melilotnfosco | 10:14 PM
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and...like that, i am now addicted to 'heroes.' thank you netflix for supplying me with greg grunberg.
That's a very good picture of the prince.
you know me - i pride myself on being able to find the right picture for any occasion ;)
i'd still choose the other guy, though
which probably means i shouldn't be watching 'heroes' just now. he's probably doing the same to me as mark ruffalo (though no one is as detrimental to my well-being as mark ruffalo). darn these average men. they make singlehood far harder than the other kind.
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