If you read Jamie’s post the other day, you’ll know that our anniversary is approaching. It was a sweet post, but I feel I need to tarnish correct it by giving my side of the story. There is her opinion, my opinion and somewhere in the middle, the truth.

I didn’t think Jamie was a prissy, stuck-up church snob, she was a prissy, stuck up church snob! And I was am a beer swilling heathen. As much as Jamie wants to deny it, she was totally into me at that lunch. She was just in major denial. It was more than her prissy brain could handle, being with someone who was so not her type. Actually, I didn’t see it either. Yay for Brian who was the external, impartial observer and encouraged me to follow up.

An important thing I can say about the whole situation is that I’m glad I followed the advice in the dating books I read. “Date anyone once, and some, more than once.” If I had written her off, I wouldn’t be here today, sitting across from her at a coffee shop, grinning like an idiot while I write this blog post. When you have high standards in a mate, you have to go through lots of people in order to find someone who qualifies. Luckily I only had to go through a little over 20 women to find her.

We’ve done a lot in the two years we’ve been married. We took a mission trip to Nicaragua, bought and remodeled a house, moved, while working two jobs each and doing volunteer work. So, from my point of view, we’ve been married forever. I’m very lucky that I have someone who fights fair and will tell me what she thinks. Some of our friends are now surprised when she tells them what she thinks, too, when once she wouldn’t. At least something good is rubbing off on her besides a liking of mojitos.

Two down, lots more to go…