Today is our 6 year Anniversary! I cannot believe it. It feels like 12! lol...no I'm kidding. But I love Jesse more than anything and he is the best husband ever! Like I have said before, he is my soul mate! So in celebration of our wedding anniversary I'm going to tell our story of how we met and got married! ahem :clears throat:
August 13, 2003. We were going out for my friends birthday. Taking her to a club. Yes I once partied and didn't stay home on weekends. Crazy right!? We decided to stay close to home and went to a club called "Gotham". I got drunk...even though I was 18 years old. I was dancing with a girlfriend and a guy came up and wanted to dance with her and wanted me to dance with his friend. So there he was standing there on the dance floor. We danced...and danced. He bought be some drinks. Even though he too was underage (20) and soon we found ourselves getting kicked out by security for underage drinking. So we ended up in his friends car, making out. The friends I went there with didn't approve of me in the car with some guy I just met (who would!?) and were yelling at me to get out. I ignored and they left. The girlfriend I was dancing with and I ended up getting a ride from Jesse and his friends. My house was probably 45 minutes in opposite direction of where they were going. They were about an hour or more away from their base (marines).
Somehow I ended up with Jesse's friend's cell phone and had it after they dropped me and my friend off at my house. They came back for it. Jesse and I talked some more and he said he would call me. The next day, he did. We talked all the time. Probably every day. We went on one date where he met my mom and I told my mom we were going to watch a movie then go dancing. Well we ended up in a hotel room with his friends and he took me home later that night. More phone conversations...then less than a month later I spent the weekend with him on his base! I'm pretty sure that is against the rules too by the way. After the weekend we talked more on the phone and stopped talking 2 months later. We stopped talking for about 4 months and I thought about him A LOT. Apparently he thought about me too!