one year ago this sunday i drove up to the ‘burbs to meet a guy for breakfast. more specifically, for caramel cinnamon banana french toast. even more specifically, a guy i had never met.
i had no idea what i was getting myself into. and i thought several times about backing out of the whole thing. but i didn’t, large in part to the fact that caramel cinnamon banana french toast sounded like heaven on a plate. and here we are one year later, and i couldn’t be happier that i got into a car with a perfect stranger.
that stranger was brandon. and this is our story.
my match on match.com
our story starts about 3 weeks prior to the aforementioned french toast meeting. back when i sent him a message on match.com. i had been on the site for a few weeks, not really expecting anything to come out of it. but apparently my wit sparked something and after a few messages he gave me his number. sidenote: i later learned that he gave me his number first so the ball would be in my court to make the next move. well played…
i think i rewrote my text probs 6-7 times. and then i contemplated when to send it. or if i should even send it at all. but i hit send and at the risk of sounding too cliche, the rest is history.
french toast date
during one of our text conversations we got on the topic of delicious breakfast treats. i shared about my hometown favorite, B&B, and how they have the most amazing pancakes in all the land. he countered with the caramel cinnamon banana french toast at the Original Pancake House. i was intrigued so that’s where we settled on meeting. i had numerous conversations with my co-workers about what i should wear, because these things are important when meeting someone for the first time, you want to look cute but not like you tried to hard, even though you obviously did. it’s tough to be a girl. i took the proper precautions and made a deal with my mom. we were meeting at 11, she would call me at 12 and that way if things were going really bad or if he was a crazy person straight out of a lifetime original movie, i would have an out. if it was going well, i would ignore the call. so worst care scenario, i had a plan. thanks to GPS i found the OPH and sat, full of anxiety, in my car as i text him that i was there. and then… the moment of truth (not to be superficial, but let’s be real)… was he anything like what he looked like online? yes. actually, even better. (don’t let that get to your head brandon)
there was a wait so we decided to get some caribou to pass the time. then i made a decision that apparently wasn’t the “wisest” of decisions. brandon asked if i wanted to ride with him or follow him over to the caribou. i said i would ride with him, because how silly would it be to drive separately to the same place less than a mile away. not really adding in the fact that i would be getting in the car with someone i just met and he could just as well drive to a cornfield and kill me than drive me to caribou to get coffee. #justkiddingbutseriously. but we did go to caribou, got our pumpkin goodness, and went back. we got seated, ordered the infamous cinnamon caramel banana french toast. 12 o’clock came and my mom called me as planned, and i happily ignored it. after sitting there for a few hours, we were starting to get the stink eye from our waitress so we decided it was probs time to head out. we said goodbye and i headed to my car to immediately call my mom to tell her all about it/him. later that afternoon i got a text from brandon asking if i would like to go out again, and i ecstatically agreed. #bestbreakfastever
but what if i really like him
we continued to text every day following our french toast date and had made plans to go to (my favorite restaurant ever) Chino Latino for dinner that friday. i was excited, and then anxiety and nerves kicked in. i got home from work, laid down watching gilmore girls and started to wonder if i should really go through with this. i started crafting a message to him in my head; should i play the sick card, make up a family emergency… because the worst thing that could happen was that i could really like this guy. and that is a terrifying feeling; to put your feelings on the line, put yourself out there. i called my mom to talk it out and she reminded me that they possible reward is so much worth the risk. and if you don’t try, you will never know. so i picked an outfit from my fashion coordinator tashy’s collection and said a prayer as i waited for him to pick me up. in suit with our previous date, we were there for several hours; ate amazing food, and i learned that brandon enjoys cocktails with flowers in them. #justkiddingbutseriously. we laughed and joked and the conversation flowed. nothing was forced, it just clicked.
life changing weekend
after chino, we made plans for the next Friday. i was going to head to the burbs for dinner and to watch dexter (romantic, right?) i got to see brandon’s house and most important meet starks the pup for the first time. we had dinner and watched many episodes of dexter and the most special of all was when he kissed me for the first time. (awwwww) i made the trek back to the city late that night and made the same trek back to the ‘burbs the next afternoon. i suppose you could say i was smitten. that weekend has been dubbed the life changing weekend (cred to my girl, kristi, on that one) because after that weekend, i can probs count on 2 hands the number of nights i spent at my own apartment and i just knew this real.
i love you too
i had always wanted a real christmas tree. brandon had said we could get one and to say that i was thrilled would be a vast understatement. we went to the tree lot and there was no wiping the smile from my face. after searching we picked out a beautiful frasier fir tree, strapped it on to the car and drove it home. we spent the rest of the night decorating the tree, listening to christmas tunes, and drinking homemade hot chocolate (and baileys). it was the perfect weekend. and it was made even more perfect when we were in the kitchen, helping ourselves to more hot chocolate, and he told me the 3 sweetest words a girl hopes to hear. and it was the star on top of a wonderfully happy weekend. a few weeks later, we took the next big step and i officially moved in.
this life would kill me if i didn’t have you
throughout the past year so much has happened. we’ve gone though celebrations of exciting news, and sadness of tough times; we’ve spent time with each others families; we’ve taken trips to places both near and far; we’ve created the most perfect arrangement where he cooks and i clean; we’ve spent countless evenings playing candy crush and watching tv; we’ve ran a marathon (if you combine both our halfs); we’ve enjoyed many bottles of wine; we’ve kicked off most weekends with caribou; we’ve supported each other when we need a boost; we’ve motivated each other when we’ve feeling lazy; we’ve gone on hundreds of walks with starks; we’ve laughed til we cried; we’ve stuck our tongues out at each other as a love language; we speak mainly in sarcasm; most of all we’ve been there for each other. always. i have no idea what the rest of my life has in store, or what would have been if i had never met you. but the one thing i do know, brandon, is that my life is better with you. and i couldn’t be happier that i decided to get into a car with a perfect stranger that saturday morning. xoxo