Sep 7, 2010

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How Jason & I Met: A He Said, She Said

Today is Jason and my 8th wedding anniversary.  We were married on September 7th 2002 in Cornwall Ontario, the small border city I grew up in.  After we got engaged, Jason announced the he wanted to get married somewhere tropical.  On a beach somewhere.  I said that I wanted to get married in my family church in Cornwall.  I won.  But I’m getting ahead of myself.  Here is my version of how it all began.

It was late September 2001.  I was the cosmetic manager at Shoppers Drug Mart.  There was a postal outlet in our store, which was situated right by the stockroom door at the very back by the pharmacy.  Because of where it was, I walked by the postal outlet often.  One day I walked by on my way to print a sales report and OMG!  There was a boy behind the post office counter!  Now, you have to understand:  Boys rarely applied for a job at the post office, let alone actually get hired to work there.  And this boy was cute.  Over 6 feet tall, dark hair, dark eyes…  But this boy looked young.  But I was drawn to him for some reason.  I can’t say I took one look and wanted to jump his bones or anything crude like that.  There was just something there — a sense of familiarity.  This boy’s name was Jason.

Only managers could access the computer system that makes the name tags so I was asked to make Jason’s.  His supervisor told me that she could stick around and bring him the tag when I was finished and I told her no.  Actually, I kind of yelled it at her…  I wanted to do it.  When I went to the counter, I plopped the name tag in front of him and said “here you go”.  And he just looked at me.  I lingered for a few seconds longer and then just walked away. He never said a word.  He just looked at me like I had two heads.  Freak.  Eventually, he warmed up to me.  I didn’t talk to him much though — he was too shy.  He would try to come up to me on his way back from break, but he never stayed in my department long.

Eventually, he built up the courage to ask me out.  I knew he was going to because it’s hard to keep anything secret in that store.  At that time, I was being set up by a bunch of different people on blind dates because I was in a “hell, why not” phase.  So when he asked me out while we were both in the post office’s stockroom, I said ‘yes’.  Hell, how bad could he be?!  After he asked me, we stood there, chatting for a bit.  That’s when I found out how old he was – and he found out how old I was.  He was 22.  I was 25.  He had moved out but had recently moved back in with his parents.  I lived alone in a one bedroom apartment.  I was shocked, but he was more.  He thought I looked younger than him!  (Aw, he’d started already with the compliments).  We couldn’t go out right away because he had to go to the States for the weekend, but we did end up having a 6 hour phone conversation a couple of days later.  I couldn’t believe how nervous I was before he called!  I think I checked the clock every 3 minutes willing the phone to ring, all the while imagining all of the cruel and unusual ways I could punish him if he didn’t call like he said he would.  He did call, and we talked about lots of things – about pretty much everything.  I can’t really say we had all that much in common.  He liked to go out, I liked staying in.  He liked (understatement) video games and I thought only children played video games.  He liked strange happy hard core dance music and I liked real music like Bon Jovi and Def Leppard.  But I still knew that there was something about him that I couldn’t miss out on.

Our first date…*sigh* did I ever get a quick lesson about what I was getting myself into!  My full timer’s husband played in a folk band and a bunch of us from work were going to see him play.  Jason met me at my place where my co-worker was coming to pick us up.  He looked so shy…it was very cute.  Once we arrived at the restaurant/pub, we were greeted by a man with a big fluffy white beard.  It matched his long fluffy white hair.  He looked at Jason and said “five dollars for each of you”.  Jason looked mortified!  Turns out, Jason hadn’t brought any money (and before you ask, yes he did know what we were doing that night).  I paid it, and paid for a drink for each of us.  To this day, he is made fun of profusely about how I paid for us on our first date.  We held hands the whole time, and that’s saying something for me.  I was never one to be overly affectionate.  Actually, my ex lovingly called me ‘emotionless girl’.  Jason and I walked back to my place that evening; it took us over an hour and we held hands the whole way.  He ‘officially’ asked me to be his girlfriend on the way home.  I laughed and smacked his arm.  I said yes, of course, but I couldn’t believe how high school it all felt.  I had such a good feeling around him that I even invited him to stay the night!  On our first date!  But I told him “no making out and no sex”.  The surprised look on his face must have matched my own.  I couldn’t believe I had asked him to stay, but I just didn’t want the date to end.

How he proposed…  He proposed one night immediately after coming home from work.  He carried the ring with him, and I didn’t know.  He rushed into the bedroom, removed his uniform shirt and came into the living room (where I was) wearing the black ‘Backstreet Boys’ t-shirt he was wearing under his uniform.  Yup, that’s what Jason wore when he proposed.  A ‘Backstreet Boys’ t-shirt.  He said he didn’t want to propose in his uniform.  And a ‘Backstreet Boys’ t-shirt was a better option?!..  After I said yes, he told me we should get married somewhere topical.  I told him ‘no’ and proceeded to tell him all of the details of our wedding (I’m such a girl that way; I’d had my wedding planned since I was wee).  He said okay – smart man.

Our first date took place October 21st, 2001.  By the middle of November, Jason had moved into my place.  December 9th 2001, we got engaged.  September 7th 2002, we got married.  I am in no way shape or form a spontaneous person.  So meeting Jason and getting married to him within a year was a shock to everyone I knew.  But it’s true what they say – when you know, you know.  And even through our difficulties, not once did I think we wouldn’t be okay…  Now if only he could remember where the laundry basket was 😉

So Jason, here’s to eight years.  And here’s to 54 more!  Love you lots, and thank you for getting my books from the book store even if they have pictures of mostly naked men on the cover and thank you for making my blog header exactly like I wanted it because when it comes to computers, I know squat and you know lots! xoxo

And now, what he says happened…

I was at a point my life where I was looking for myself. I had a poor relationship with my parents, I had been living vicariously in the United States for the past while.  When I crawled back to Canada, calling my poor folks at 3am from a bus terminal in Detroit, I knew that I needed to change and do something good for once.

So I went out and got a job. It was quite the hike from home but I was desperate and my parents had threatened to toss me out if I didn’t have some form of employment. So I became the new post office guy at a Shoppers Drug Mart a good 40 minutes away by bus from where I lived. It wasn’t perfect but it kept me the hell away from the YMCA and I was way too pretty for the YMCA. The job was great. I worked in an area where I was the only guy and that wasn’t that bad at all. The three girls that I worked with were great and we all got along.

Now I don’t want to say that I was looking for someone to hook up with or get to know as I was just coming out of a vary chaotic situation in the USA and my focus was to rebuild myself and kind of keep it real for lack of a better term. But there was nothing that could have prepared me for the first time that I saw Julie. I was still brand new at my job behind the post office counter and was awaiting a name badge to be printed for myself. So there I was, leaning up against the counter and low and behold there come Julie to give me my little name badge. It’s funny how we can remember moments in time. I remember losing the feeling in my legs as she approached me and handed me that little badge.

“Here you go.” She said cheerfully. I hated the fact that she couldn’t see my heart and soul melting away as she tossed me a casual smile and went about the rest of her work day. I can still to this day remember that tiny split second where she touched my hand as she passed me the name badge. It was nothing short of electric.

Alright, so I knew that I had to know more about this girl. The attraction was ridiculous and much more than just physical even though I knew nothing about her. So I talked to the girls that I worked with and they all thought it was great that I was interested in Julie but there was this thing where I had never asked out someone who had a career and wasn’t a basket case in some way or another. From the start I knew that Julie was out of my league but my mantra over the past few years was to just go for it and that’s exactly what I did. I mustered up all my courage one day and told the girl that I was working with that I was going to ask Julie out for a cup of coffee. Little did I know that everyone talked to everyone at Shoppers Drug Mart. Within a tenth of a second Julie knew all about my little plan. Later that day Julie passed by the back room of the post office and I stopped her to talk.

“Hey, ahem, I was wondering…” I started only to notice that a colleague of Julie was about to interrupt us. Julie pushed her away with a move that looked like it came out of Street Fighter. It was funny because from where I standing it looked like a punch from the Matrix and that girl went flying.

“It would be an honor if you’d let me take you out for a cup of coffee.” The words fell off my lips as if they were rehearsed a thousand times. For the record, they were not. It just seemed to be the right thing to say to the right girl. To my astonishment the answer was “Wow.” And that beautiful smile. Next thing I knew we were chatting at work and exchanging phone numbers.

I remember having a talk with my friend Simon shortly after I asked Julie out. I remember being very excited and brandishing her business card like a “Get out of Jail Free” card from Monopoly. It was the only thing I could think of. A girl like Julie said yes. It was truly one of the most exciting times in my life.

Then there was that famous phone call. I remember telling Julie I was going to give her a call and then being all nervous all day about calling her. But it will be a conversation I’ll never forget. We spoke for 6 hours. I went through the batteries on both my cordless phones at home. We spoke about everything: Family, love, loss, and our pasts and what we wanted for the future. It wouldn’t surprise me if there was a discussion or two about kids and marriage. It was as if in those 6 hours I gained a best friend and someone who knew how to talk to me and take care of me and who understood all my quirks etc…

Shortly afterwards we arranged to go out for the first time. Julie had a colleague whose husband played the mandolin in some folk band so that’s where we were going. Stupid me didn’t have any money and there was a cover change to get in. Poor Julie had to spot me there and then again inside for a drink. Wow, what a great date I was. But that didn’t stop me from holding her hand through the evening and then walking Julie home afterwards, holding hands and laughing and chatting all the way. It was as if I had known this girl my entire life. Then I stopped her at the crosswalk in front of the street where she lived and asked her.

“Do you mind if I call you my girlfriend?” the response was laughing and she gave me a slap across the arm. It would only be a few more weeks before I learned this was a sign of affecting from Julie but at the time my heart sank until she giggled and said “Okay!”

So we got back to her apartment safe and sound and I was resigning myself to that lonely walk / bus ride home when Julie shocked me and said:

“I want you to spend the night.” I just stared at her.

“But no sex and no making out!” She declared after her first statement. I didn’t argue that as I was pretty tired and just the thought of holding this woman close to me all night was like winning the lottery. So I got comfy in my boxers and T-Shirt forgetting that I was wearing these horrible silk Corona boxers with the stupid toucan on them wearing sunglasses. Pretty bad stuff eh? Never the less, we lay down cuddled, kissed goodnight for the first time and fell asleep in each other’s arms.

The rest is history. I know that’s cliché but really it was. I proposed less than two months later. Yes I said less than two months.  We had discussed it and picked out rings I had hers ordered but played up a story about it being delayed and on backorder. So one day when I got home from work, I got down on one knee and asked. One of Julie’s favorite memories is the fact that I was wearing a ‘Backstreet Boys’ t-shirt when I asked her to marry me. It was a freebie shirt I got when I was a manager of a CD store a few years prior.  Really, it was.

We were married within a year and celebrated with a beautiful wedding in Julie’s hometown of Cornwall. Personally, I had always envisioned a wedding outdoors by the water. However, Julie had other ideas with this enormous wedding book she had been putting together since she was a little girl. I was a big boy and let her have her wedding which was a great party and a lot of fun had by all.

So here we are 8 years later and the party is still going on. Our relationship is better than it’s ever been and we can only see bigger and better parties down the road. I guess if there’s anything I can leave you with is that love is a beautiful and delicate thing.  And that true love — and I mean the love that kicks the crap out of you when the cosmetic girl hands you a little badge with your name on it — it’s out there. And there is not a better ass kicking to be had then that.

  1. Wow, great poste Julie and Jason. I can’t believe it’s been 8 years already. I love the pictures especially the last one. Wishing you guys many more years filled with lots of love and laughter.


  2. Congratulations on ur wedding anniversary!!! Such sweet stories from both of u….i hope u have many many more years of wedded bliss!!

    ps…if only Jason would pick up his pants…LOL!!

  3. Angela – Thanks! I figured friends and family might get a kick out of this post.

    Sharon – I know about the pants, right!? The pants and the dishes. lol!!

  4. Julie! I remember vaguely hearing tidbits of this story when we used to work together… but it was really lovely to read it from both of your perspectives. Happy Anniversary to the both of you!

    Also, not to pick sides or anything but I must say that as lovely as your perspective was to read, Jason’s really WOWED me. I love it when guys can completely take a girl by surprise and open their hearts up and let you get a glimpse of how they really feel. It was nice to read it from a manly perspective! Completely reminds me of my wedding day and hearing Paulo’s speech and having that weird feeling of, “wait a second, this guy is talking about ME?” Hahaha.

    Eight years is an awesome achievement! All the best and as always, I love these mushy little posts of yours. It was a great way to pass my afternoon break at work. 🙂

  5. *sigh*

    I love a good love story.

    Happy Anniversary!

  6. I love this story. You guys are the best. And Yes I’m one of the guys that bug Jason for not having MONEY on his first date. SERIOUSLY… how do you forget to bring your wallet?? LOL

    I wish both of you guys many more.

  7. Katya – I really enjoyed reading Jason’s version more than mine too 😉

    Jen – 🙂

    BigSmooth – The wallet, right? It’s a wonder I kept time around…lol. Must really be love.

  8. Awwww…love it.

    And backstreet boys shirt…I’m not laughing..really 😉

  9. Mandi – It’s okay to laugh. I’ve even kept the t-shirt and I’m planning on taunting him with it for the rest of my life! 🙂

  10. Awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww is all I can say! And Congrats!!!!!!!!!!!

  11. Cecile – Thanks! 🙂

  12. Wow, what an amazing post and story you two have!! I loved reading both sides of your meeting 😀

    Wishing you lots of happiness and many more years to spend together happily! Live, love and laugh a lot! 🙂

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