I’m going to take a page from DC’s book and do an origin Crush of the Week. So this week will be zero and we’ll go back to our regularly scheduled program. It has almost nothing to do with the fact that no one in pop culture really stood out for me this week, okay? Okay?!
All right, right. There wasn’t anyone in pop culture that made me take notice. Sheesh.
This, being an origin Crush of the Week, will be a little more personal. If that’s not what you’re looking for, then I’d suggest you just move along and check out the kitten video that you were really looking for when you stumbled across my site.
I want to talk a moment about my fiancee, Sarah. I’ve mentioned her in passing once or twice but I don’t think I’ve given her the amount of attention she deserves. And considering that we were supposed to get married last night but were unable to, due to circumstances beyond our control, it’s fitting that I share with the world just how important she is to me.
Three years ago in August, I was a mess. My life wasn’t going anywhere that it was supposed to, I was lonely, and I was so broke I had to make decisions about whether to feed myself or my dog. I was dating but very unsuccessfully and when I wasn’t working, I was sleeping off my depression. It was a dark time in the life of this future blogger extraordinaire.
Finally, I started putting myself out there on the internet. Scary and dangerous, I know, and made worse by the fact that I was so fed up with dating sites that I’d turned to Craigslist. Do some mental math, folks. You know what was happening three years ago last July? Craigslist Killer. Seriously! I thought that amidst everything else that was going on in my life, I’d put up an ad on a site that was literally drawing the attention of a serial killer. I assure you, that wasn’t an “unintentional accident.” I really just wasn’t thinking.
My ad was stupid and ridiculous but, for some reason, the chicks dug it and I went on a few dates as a result. They were fun girls and all decent but nothing really clicked with them. But serial dating was better than staying home and crying into Samson’s fur so I kept doing it.
And then one day, I got a message back that would literally change my life.
You’re a winner!
Sarah responded to my ad, I’m pretty sure as a joke, but I was so drawn to her first email that I knew I had to meet her. However, coy lady that she is, we waited a couple of weeks before meeting. In the meantime, we emailed and texted and I even called her and left her the most amazingly awkward voice message in the history of voice messages. You would think that after all that correspondence with someone like me, she’d have run for the hills long before our first date.
Let me tell you a little about Sarah. Sarah is the sweetest, kindest, most genuine person on the planet. There’s not a mean bone in her body (believe me, three years with someone like me would’ve been plenty of time for her to show one, if it existed) and she surrounds herself with decent, amazing people. But you couldn’t find two more different people than the pair of us. You, I think, read my blog so you know what I’m into. Sarah likes People magazine, American Idol, and KISS 108. She likes manicures and drinking wine and movies based on books by Nicholas Sparks. What could we possibly have to keep us together?
She never knew what hit her.
I still haven’t figured that out. All I know is that since our first date, where I nearly scared her away with my opinionated rants and sketchy minivan, I couldn’t wait to see her again. So I didn’t. We went out again the next night. And the night after that. And the night after that. We saw each other everyday from July till October, where our relationship had its first test. I went away to Baltimore, MD for Comic Con. There, I geeked out with my buddies for a few days but spent most of my trip texting her. And even though she’s not into comics at all, I brought her home a Peanuts collection, my very first present to her. Oddly enough, she loved it.
After that, it would be another couple of years before we were separated again. In that time, we’ve moved in together, gotten a cat together, gotten engaged, gone through some hard times, gone through some amazing times, and I’ve even gotten her to read exactly two comics and a web comic. She, in turn, has gotten me to watch American Idol, So You Think You Can Dance, the Voice, the Sing-Off, America’s Got Talent, more romantic comedies than I can even name, and I’ve read two Chelsea Handler books and a Max Tucker book.
Oh, and she’s also shown me never-ending patience and support in everything that I do. The fact that I manage to update my blog at all is because she has faith in me and that someday someone out there is going to care about what I have to say. The fact that I’m graduating college this December is because she never let me quit, no matter how hard it got. And the fact that we’re managing to stay afloat right now is because she has a strong, level head that keeps me optimistic when it’s in my nature to panic and fall apart.
Can you believe she said yes?
Sarah is my Crush of the Week, this week, last week, and every week for the rest of my life. I’m the luckiest person I know because as long as I have her, I have everything I need.