Here's the Lowdown

Poor Amy. She's been innundated with various questions about Bobby and I... "How we met, what he's like, is Megan really getting married?" Bless her. So I thought it only fair to give ya'll the scoop first hand.

It all started with a my cousin, Alecia. She was lying in bed one night when suddenly she sat up and exclaimed, "I should hook Robert (that's what she calls him. I know its weird.) up with Megan." "Robert" or Bobby as I like to call him, was a co worker of her husbands. Bobby had been friends with her family for years. So Matchmaker, matchmaker, make me a match Alecia, worked her mojo! She emailed me asking me if I wanted to go on a blind date......... WHOA! Hold the phone! I hate blind dates.

My blind date experiences have all been creepy, embarrassing, and sometimes a little scary. But that's another story, another day, another blog.

But something urged me to accept. So I did. I'll never forget walking up to the Skybox Bar and Grill at the Gateway Mall, and seeing Bobby for the first time. Poor guy. He looked pretty scared. And with good reason. Not only had Alecia decided to come with us on this blind date with her husband, but she'd invited her brother (my cousin), his wife, and Dun Dun Dun.... MY SISTER MELANIE! (and her husband Tony too) If any of you know me or my sister, you're already laughing at this blunder. God bless Melanie's little heart, but she's a wild one, with no scruples. So already I felt sorry for this poor man.

Anyway during the entire date, I think Bobby said maybe two sentences to me. I asked him how many sisters he had and he told me. We barely spoke. I felt bad when he paid for the check because it didn't even feel like we had gone on a date. I was just catching up with family.

So date's over and we are walking to our cars and I'm trying not to walk beside Bobby because HELLO awkward. Tony, Melanie's husband, started having a conversation with Bobby, and I remember thinking, "Geez, this dude talks more to my brother in law than me. This is never going to happen."

Bobby drove away in his white Dodge and I thought out of my life. Thank goodness. What a dud. (See to me the most important part of a relationship is the ablility to talk to the other person. And since we couldn't talk to each other, I didn't think the was for me. Not really a dud. So don't think I'm too harsh.)

As Melanie, Tony and I drove home, I told them why I hated blind dates. "You get yourself all psyched up thinking, maybe this is the one, but then you meet and you're let down." LOL.

Funny enough, when Amber, my sister in law, asked me about the date, I said to her, "Watch, this is probably the guy I'm going to marry!" This was not a statement of excitement, but of disdain. I know I'm a jerk. I just didn't see Bobby yet.

But Bobby asked me out again. Ugh. I didn't want to go. But my family is always on my case about how particular I am and how I never give a guy a chance. For example, I didn't want to date this one dude, because he rolled his sleeves up in church. Shallow! So I decided to just go.

That second date was a disaster and I was so glad it was over. But I did hug him, which was all the physicality (that's for Russ) that was extended. So technically I made the first move.

Later that week I decided to go to the temple. While I was there I prayed earnestly whether to invite Bobby up to watch movies and have pizza. Oddly enough I felt pretty good about it, so I went out on a limb and invited him. We had an okay time, but the poor boy didn't even try to hold my hand. We were in a theater room sitting right next to each other in the dark, and Nada!

The rest is really history from there. He kept asking me out, and I kept going even though I didn't really like him more than just a friend. But for some inexplicable reason I felt drawn to him. It wasn't until our 7th date I started to really see Bobby.

You see Bobby has about a million nieces and nephews and they all LOVE their Uncle Bob. They just think he's wonderful. And I watched Bobby play in a sporting event and he didn't do very well (I'd like to think its because I was watching), but after the game, he wasn't mad at all, but smiley and fun. And Bobby is so patient with me, which you would have to be in order to have any type of relationship with me. And if anyone can deal with my zoo of a family and still want to marry me, they are so worth hanging onto.

I've never seen Bobby angry. And I even asked some of his friends if they've ever seen him mad, and they can't really recall. Bobby's never pointed out a single one of my thousand flaws. He's always telling me nice little things about myself. His concern for me is appparent to just about everyone. And I think I'm the luckiest girl in the world to get to marry him. To top it all off, he's got an amazing family and amazing friends who have been nothing but nice and accepting and fun.

I realize now why I've had to have the struggles I've been dealt. I never would have appreciated marrying Bobby the way I do now. I would have married someone who wasn't as nice, who pointed out all my flaws and who I never would have been good enough for. Thank goodness I'm not settling.

I'm in love with Bobby and I can't wait to fall even more everyday I'm with him. And I'm excited to make all you wives jealous with the stories of the sweet things Bobby does and will do for me in the future.

Side note: He does have a flaw. He's a Ute fan. But I plan on changing that. Let's just hope its not a fatal flaw.

See ya at the wedding!