How we got Started

I had been living in Kansas City for about 4 months when my very dear friend Andrea came to visit me from Columbus, OH. She and I have known each other since we lived in Lexington probably 7 or 8 years ago. Andrea and I have gone out many times together and are very much alike in many ways. We are both very talkative, a little on the creative side, and we also celebrate our birthdays together (hers on May 26, mine on 29th). What you don't know is we both can be a little on the shy side when it comes to meeting a lot of new people. She and I always get dressed up to go out (bars, restaurants, etc) and then end up talking the whole night to just each other. We even joked as we were getting ready to go out that we might be better off to just save our money and make some drinks and stay in because we weren't even going to talk to any guys and that we would spend the whole evening just talking to each other.

We got to the bars, had a couple of drinks and were having a great time (talking to each other, of course). It was then that Andrea decided that she needed a cigarette (which she needs occasionally after a few drinks). Well, anyone who knows me knows that I am VERY ANTI-SMOKING and would never condone that habit. In fact I tend to be the one to lecture most people about their smoking habits. What possessed me, I do not know, but I turned to the first guy walking by me and asked him if he had a cigarette. Well, this tall, handsome guy didn't have a cigarette (because he isn't a smoker), but he turned to his friend and bummed a cig for my friend. That is where the conversation started and we hung out with him and his group of friends for the rest of the night.

We left the bar we were in and went to another bar. Per Stacy's request, we went to the Beaumont Club--which is a country bar!!!! (he doesn't even like country music!) He then taught me how to do the Texas Two-Step. We ended up having a really good time and Stacy asked us if we would like to go ice-skating the next day. They ended up giving us a ride home since the waiting line for cabs was REALLY long. When we got to my house, I made a complete and total fool of myself by catching the heel of my stiletto in the crack in the concrete and falling flat on my butt in the mud. I was mortified!

We ended up going ice-skating with him and his friend Nick (who wouldn't actually skate with us :( ) While we were skating, I managed to bust my butt one more time and then a second time I somehow ended up flat on my back in the middle of the rink with a huge chunk taken out of the ice (To this day, I am not sure if the chunk came from my skate or my head) Are we starting to notice a pattern here? It runs in my family, but I am definitely not the most graceful person. After ice-skating, we went a grabbed a bite to eat at the Plaza at a place called Kona Grill which is still one of my favorite places to eat. The rest, as they say, is history. We have been dating since.