My husband Bobby and I have a unique love story. It really is “boy meets girl,” because we met in the sixth grade, in the fall of 1989. Bobby was the New Kid at our school, and despite my hairsprayed bangs and glasses, he “liked” the 12-year-old me. (He likes to point out that he was still 11, since his birthday is a couple of month after mine.)
It was unrequited love for awhile, but I eventually came around and figured out how awesome he was, two years later, when we were in the 8th grade. We “dated” all through 8th grade, if you can call it that. He was my boyfriend and I was his girlfriend and we were a THING. Our young love even continued on into 9th grade, when we were voted by our classmates to be the homecoming court representatives for the freshman class. Feast your eyes on this 1992 GOODNESS:
Soccer player and cheerleader, what could be more perfect? I mean, age 15 was REALLY good for us. Well, as Bobby likes to point out, HE was still 14 here. I had just turned 15, and he wouldn’t follow me until November.
As it turns out, it was all downhill from there. A few weeks after homecoming, Bobby broke up with me. (He was still 14 then, too. LOL.) My heart was broken, truly. My first big heartbreak, and I cried and cried.
We were never again, either of us, voted on to the homecoming court. Freshman year was as good as it got. We peaked at age fifteen.
Somehow, though, because we are VERY good at being cliché, we stayed friends. Sophomore and junior year we talked on the phone, went to movies, and hung out by ourselves and in groups, as really good friends. Best friends, even, as much as a guy and girl can be best friends as teens. We both dated other people, but we were always close.
The came another September, another fall. This time not our freshman year, but our senior year. I had just turned 18. (And as he will want me to point out, HE WAS STILL SEVENTEEN at the time.) Everything changed one day, during 2nd period when Bobby had an accident (if you must know the details, they are here). Bobby and I spent tons of time together while he was recovering. I had a long-distance boyfriend who soon dumped me, and well, one thing led to another.
By December I was his girlfriend again, and this time we both knew it was forever. We dated through senior year, graduated high school, stayed together even though we were at separate colleges, and got married in March 2000 (happy anniversary by the way, babe!) At age 22– BOTH of us were 22 at that time! Here’s some year 2000 GOODNESS:
It was really windy and my veil was jammed in my head with 4,000 bobby pins and I was in dire pain here. But, adorable pic, right??
