Ryan and I met on Halloween three years ago, so we always celebrate our anniversary on Halloween weekend.
In case you were wondering, he went as a priest, and I went as electrocuted. We have differing opinions as to who saw who first, how we met, and the effectiveness of his lame pick-up lines. If I remember correctly, the line he used was “I have been waiting to get your name all night.” Ryan now informs me that it went like this . . . eye contact, smile, pick-up line. He says it wasn’t a question, but a statement. Boys. So that is another story for another day.
Anyway, after the Packer game Ryan fell asleep so I proceeded to steal the remote and put on Jersey Shore (yes, my taste in television is that bad, and I am okay with it).
Ryan woke up from his nap just in time for the part of the episode where Mike asks Paula to be his girlfriend. Bad timing.
You see, I am pretty sure Ryan never officially asked me to be his girlfriend. So even though we have been together for three years (and have a hair dog-son together), he never actually officially asked me to be his girlfriend, which is why we celebrate Halloween as our anniversary. There really isn’t another official day.
When I brought this up to Ryan, he said, really, I never asked?? (Which is another problem, because if he had, and he didn’t remember, I think that might be worse). I said, nope, unless you count the day where you told me that you allegedly caught me smiling at a guy at a bar, and told me that had to “stop making eyes at other guys.” To that I say, don’t worry honey, I only have eyes for you . . . .