I'm in my mid-twenties. I'm taller than most girls but shorter than some, I'm thinner than most girls but not quite what I was prior to having babies. I have long blond hair that flows down pst my braline and blue eyes. I get quite self conscious over my stretch marks, or my boobs which were once As, then Ds post baby, and are now settling somewher into a B range. In highschool I was not a 'cool' girl'. I was liked by most, but for the most part I went unnoticed. My family didn't have the money for me to try and keep up with all the crazy trends and I really didn't feel the need to try. I had bad teeth, and probably had bad hair but I was smart, and I played a few choice sports so I made friends somewhere a long the line. When Atlas and I met, I was a little bit crazy, I was young you can't blame me. I was less than a year out of high school, I had been in a few, two, to be exact, relationships that were horrible and I was not looking for a boyfriend. Truthfully I wasn't looking for someone to clash my style. I felt like I was finally coming into my own and I liked who I was becoming. I spent most of my Friday nights out in a local club with a group of breakdancers and on occasion we would enter into a dancing competetion and more often than not we would win. I didn't drink, and I didn't date any of the boys, to be honest I don't even remember their names. I ususally worked Saturday during the day as a bartender but by night, aw by night, I would join a local professional wrestling organization and do shows throughout the area. I know it sounds corny but for anyone that enjoys attention, adrenilene, and excitment it was the thing to do. Don't get me wrong I never had any intention of going anywhere with that, it was just something to do, simply because I could, and becuase most other people couldn't. I put on sleazy clothes and walked around in front of people, made them want me, made them hate me, made them love me. It was fun and for those experiances I will always be grateful. I made a few friends doing those shows but only one that I still keep in touch with. He's a good guy, we laughed a lot, we had a lot of fun, we had identical personalities which is why we never dated but things changed.
Then I met Atlas. He was tall, and handsome... he still is. He has big brown eyes that melt my heart and a smile and laugh that makes my day. We met at the mall, and I was actually with my ex boyfriend at the time. It was not a big deal, and there was no immediate "i'm going to marry that guy" sparks... but something that made me go back. At some point in the next month I got a random text message from Atlas that invited me over to his apartment. He had rented some movies and we sat on the couch in his livingroom and "watched" movies. It was my boss's daughter and to this day I still have not seen that movie. We talked and talked and talked and talked. Atlas was just getting out of a bad marriage where he had been hurt pretty bad, and he asured me that he never wanted to get married ever again. "GREAT!" I thought because at that point I didn't think I even wanted a boyfriend let alone a husband. So as we were sitting there talking, it was starting to get late and my mother called me. Yes my mom, she called to tell me it was getting late and it was snowing and I should come home. So I told Atlas that I had to get going and he looked at me and said "not yet". I kind of cocked my head to the side, " not until I kiss you". I don't really remember how it all happened but he leaned in and we kissed. It was by far the greatest kiss I had had in my life up until that point (we have shared some pretty intense kisses since) and when I opened my eyes I knew there was something. I walked to his door and put on my shoes. He opened the door and let me out into the cold, I turned around and we kissed again, Amazing. I walked to my car, drove home, and slept like a baby. In the next month or some that followed we texted, we talked, and I started spending the night at his apartment.
There was no sex, at least at the start of me starying over. It was actually a long time before we did anything in that realm. Well, maybe not that long considered we were married only 9 months after we met, and I spent the summer away. I knew when I left in July that I was going to marry him. I knew then and when we asked me in September there was no question, no hesitation and no doubts. We were married in October, we eloped, it was awesome. Becuase of our occupations we did not even live in the same state until February of the next year, by then I was already pregnant with our daughter. I guess that is what I get for going home over Christmas and New Years.
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