a fantastic way to embarrass and brag on Hubby, all at the same time!

I got these questions from Dooce.  Hubby pointed out that this post was getting really long so I cut down the questions from 25 to 6.

How long have you been together?
We have been together almost nine years and have been married for seven (Monday is our anniversary!).  But he doesn’t think we’ve been together as long as we have.  Last week we were standing outside when I mentioned some movie we had seen early in our relationship.  “We saw that movie together?  I’ve been with you that long?”  I choose to take that as a compliment.

How long did you know each other before you started dating?
We had two semesters of classes together, sitting next to each other both semesters, accidentally meeting him at the water fountain one time a week (because more than that and I would have been stalking him), and he didn’t ask me out until June.  But all my friends knew about him.

Who asked whom out?
He asked me.  My friend Joanna and I were sitting in the car outside of a store by my apartment.  I was about to go in said store when I saw him coming out.  I threw open the door “JOANNA!  THAT’S HIM!!!”  (As I said, all my friends knew about him.)  I ran up to him “Hi, Mr. Fox!”  And he squinted back at me “Charity?”  Two semesters and the man did not know my name.  After a few minutes of chatting — and clearing up the fact that I was Erin not Charity  – he said “Well, I guess I’ll see you next semester.”

Did I mention it was June?

A few days later I was at my parents’ house doing laundry when someone from B. Dalton called.  I hoped it was Mr. Fox (since from our two semesters sitting next to eachother I not only knew his name but also knew where he worked).   My mom answered the phone, raised her eyebrows and said ”Well yes she is.”  It was Mr. Fox!  He knew where I’d gone to high school, knew my last name, and narrowed down my parents’ phone number out of the phone book.  Who ended up being the stalker?

How old are each of you?
I knew a lot about him: I knew he was one of four boys, that one of his brothers was already married, that Mr. Fox was handsome and amazingly smart and wonderful.  So we were in the car on our first date, driving across town to an outdoor play, when he mentioned that his youngest brother was only a year younger than me.  And that he (Mr. Fox) was the oldest of his brothers.  Which meant he was a lot older than I’d thought.

“How old are you?” I asked.

“27.  How old are you?”

“21.”

He closed his mouth after it had fallen open and faced the road.

“Does that bother you?” he asked.

“Doesn’t bother me!”  I was in the car with the man I’d drooled over for the past ten months.  Six years didn’t bother me.  But I do like to rub in how young I am. 

Best story of this: when he was turning 34 it really hit me how old he was.  And I rubbed it in.  “You’ll be 34 someday, too”  he said, pointing out the obvious. “Yeah, BUT WHEN YOU’RE 40.”

Who is smarter?
Hubby.  He is crazy smart. 

How long did it take to get serious?
After our first date I knew that I wanted to marry him.  With other boys I’d thought about it, in that we’ve-been-together-for-a-long-time-will-this-lead-to-marriage? way.  But with Mr. Fox I knew that I wanted to marry him right away.  Of course it took him four stinkin’ days to call me after that first date, but whatev.  Less than two months into our relationship he told me he wanted to marry me and I happily said the same.  It was a year and some-odd months after that before he actually proposed to me.  Being married to Hubby for seven years I know his M.O.: he decides something and is comfortable with that decision.  So comfortable, in fact, that he doesn’t take the next step for a long time.  I, on the other hand, decide something and move in.  Hopefully that means we balance eachother.