I would imagine most folks know the story of how we met, but if anyone doesn’t, we enjoy telling it again. Officially, we met on May 12th, 2007, at the after party of our mutual friends’ (Matt and Kristen Carabetta) wedding. Rebecca was a bridesmaid, and I was a hungover mess, just living my best 22nd year of life and going to a wedding the day after going to Boston for a Sox game (Side note: I would die if I tried that these days…). The late morning wedding had us celebrating well into the night at a house after-party in Wallingford. My friend Bobby and I took our liquid courage and struck up a conversation with 2 very attractive ladies in a garage. One of the first things Rebecca and I talked about was who was tougher between the two of us. To find the answer, we decided to have a 10-round ass-slapping (pardon the langauge, but “spanking” was too suggestive and “butt slapping” just made me laugh) competition. First one to “tap out” was the loser. Admittedly, I was the only one shrieking after each round, but ask Rebecca about who the winner was the next day.

As the night continued, Bobby, my ride, was ready to hit the road, but I thought I was the Fonz and had a good thing going here, so I asked the girls if they were hanging out longer if I could catch a ride home with them. They agreed. Rebecca, Nicole and I then went to Wal-Mart on the way home where I bought them both flowers and Pez dispenser, a true Casanova. They dropped me off at my parent’s house, and I wasn’t completely sure if I would see them again. Little did I know, I left something I bought at Wal-Mart in their car (honestly, I couldn’t even say this was on purpose, just a 2-straight days of drinking accident) and heard from Rebecca via a text message the next day. The rest, as they say, is history.

There are maybe a few more interesting things to note about our first few months together. We quickly realized that we knew MANY of the same people, and went to the same high school (I was a grade ahead of her), but we were shocked we never crossed paths before. That wasn’t completely true, however. Our aforementioned mutual friend Kristen tells us of one such missed connection right out of a Craigslist post. If it were in Craigslist, it would read: To the beautiful brunette who called me a “witch doctor” for no reason at Archie Moore’s last night, but we were both a little too intoxicated to remember, please give me another chance.  Now we are getting married. It also took quite a bit of convincing before Rebecca would date me. I remember asking her by my girlfriend at least 3 times and being rejected before she finally asked me. I guess I’m an acquired taste.