I thought I'd put it out there...our unconventional love story. I have a horrible memory and I'm embarrassed to say that I've already forgotten details. I can't wait to compare notes with Scott after he's read this...he's got the memory in this relationship...
___________________________________In college, Scott and I met through a mutual friend. Actually, Yael was one of my two best friends and roommates. She and Scott had just spent sometime in Europe with a small group of other students and became good friends. But when they returned she introduced me to him and somehow I stole him. I didn't mean to. She and Scott remained good friends but Scott and I became great friends.
He was the friend that I did all sorts of random stuff with. We would go to W@lmart at midnight, The Salvation Army looking for Halloween costumes, driving around town looking for something, anything to do, etc.
Scott was a grade higher than me. But after he graduated, he stayed in our college town so we were still able to hang out. After I graduated, I wanted to go back to Europe (I had spent a semester there in college) before I settled down to find a job. Scott also wanted to go back. So we spent a month backpacking through Europe.
On the trip, Scott wanted to see the leaning tower in Pisa, Italy. I had already been there on my previous trip and wanted to visit new places. I tried to convince him that maybe we could split up for a couple of days. Scott is not the most adventurous traveler and the thought of being alone in a non-English speaking country was not something he was comfortable with. But I wouldn't budge. I wasn't going back to Pisa. (You'll need to know this because it plays into our honeymoon.)
Many of our friends, Yael included, thought for sure that we'd come back from this trip as a couple. In fact, after one month with no one to talk to but each other and close quarters, we barely said goodbye to each other at the airport when we got back in the States.
After some breathing room, Scott and I resumed our friendship. Scott ended up moving from our college town to "the big city" and I headed to my parents because I had a difficult time finding a job.
While living at my parent's house, Scott managed to visit me once. He had just had his wisdom teeth removed and was driven up by some friends. They dropped him on my parents door stop and disappeared. Because he was on serious pain killers I didn't know what to do other than drive him around and see the local tourist sites. While driving him on the world famous 17 Mile Drive in Pebble Beach, Scott fell asleep. I didn't know what to do with him so I just kept driving. The lush golf courses with herds of deer, the amazing beaches with huge waves crashing on the rocks, the magnificent mansions, the famed Lone Cypress...he missed it all while dozing. (You'll need to know this info because it plays into the marriage proposal.)
And all the time, Scott and I had a strictly platonic relationship. Lots of acquaintances and even friends assumed otherwise but Scott and I were just best friends.
___________________________________Wow...this story is taking a long, long time to tell. I guess I'll have to finish it another day... Besides, I'm guessing Scott will have some corrections for me!