In Honor of This Very Special Day

Once upon a time, two years ago today Mr. Wonderful and I had our first date. It was a delightful evening at The Melting Pot in Pasadena. I thought I might have an email from the actual day, but apparently we were IMing by that point. Here's one of our last exchanges before we met that night...and I was hit with the feeling that I just might fall in love.

I said: Hold the phone - you fix hard drives too?! That might be even hotter than the power tool usage. If I'm nice to you, (I'm batting my eyelashes rapidly right now) can you install a new hard drive into my broken iBook? Haha, that sounds sort of dirty. :) [Please Note: He DID install a new hard drive in my iBook. Swoon.]

Let me add to that with - you got up and went running at 6 a.m.?! Who are you?! I think you really are an international man of mystery or maybe a cyborg. People don't just fix hard drives all night and then wake up mega early to go running unless they're total badasses or partial robots. I spent the night talking on the phone and got up late this a.m. only to wash the dishes I left in the sink last night. Not quite as impressive as your story...

You mentioned Neil Diamond below and now I feel compelled to tell you that I saw him in concert a couple years ago. My sister and I took my mom for her 60th birthday. It was pretty fun - Neil's still got it. I think I heard Sweet Caroline every night I was in Ireland. I don't know if it's just that Caroline's an Irish name or what, but just about every pub performer sang that song.

Don't go picking up on any Hooters waitresses tonight. Oh and polish up your Barry Gibb wig. I expect a serenade on Sunday.

Mr. Wonderful said: Ha, well I need to be a well rounded guy (not just in the belly region either). Did I mention I can write a database and scripting too? And I can take apart my motorcycle engine (not while riding though) and do a complete top end job? Does that do anything for you? I like to be able to do many different things and I get bored if I'm not challenging myself. And yes, I'd totally install your hard drive for you if I were able. I haven't worked on the ibook, only the powerbook. Just make sure I do that before we have drinks. Otherwise well, I can't promise you I won't turn it into a toaster or something like that.

How could you think installing a hard drive sounds a little dirty? Get your mind out of the gutter, woman. You can't try to turn everything into a sexual innuendo. Although I did read your writings, so I understand your constant thought process now.

I have to say, I don't hear The Diamond often enough out and about. I have a good live recording of U2 covering the song. It's amusing and good of course.

I'm staying away from Hooters for a while, so I think they're safe... at least this weekend. Sorry, no Barry wig this weekend. I'll save that for the special occasions. Just like you can't break out the school girl outfit every day. It just loses something, you know?

Of course I would fall for someone who joked around about wearing a '70s Barry Gibb wig for me. That's top-shelf amazing.

Mr. W and I will be ringing in year 2 with a lovely evening of cheese and wine consumption. The lifeblood of our relationship. Happy Anniversary Wonderful Boy!