Dear Future Hubby,
I wouldn’t normally consider my driveway a place to meet guys. It’s not like a hopping Saturday night spot with a line around the block. It’s my driveway. But if you think that you can find some way to turn my driveway into a romantic place to meet, than by all means go for it, as this past Saturday gave me hope that even the most mundane places could be potential Future Hubby meeting ground.
My driveway has now become a historical site as it is the place that has provided the most meet cute worthy “un-cute meet cute” yet. Move over, Barista boy and Ireland driver. You just got knocked down on the podium. We have a new contender for meet cute potential while still being…an absolute un-cute meet cute.
Saturday morning, at 3 AM, a car alarm started going off outside our apartment. After the disastrous Double Threat ambush I had a few hours earlier the last thing I needed was to lose sleep over a damn car alarm. But seeing as I got my windshield shattered and my car keyed in college, I’m very paranoid about car alarms. I got up to make sure it wasn’t my little Honda, only to find out it was a white truck parked in front of our building. Ugh, ok, back to sleep I went and the alarm eventually went off.
I got up the next morning with a plan to hit up Costco AND Starbuck’s all in an hour and a half. A fete that, if you’ve ever been to Costco, is next to impossible. But I did it and I was quite proud of myself. I didn’t even run over any small children with my cart. When I got home, I began unloaded the bulk toilet paper, paper towels and ramen that I had purchase. I still love the fact that I can buy a 48 pack of ramen for 7 bucks. Score one for me. As I was carting stuff to and from the house, I heard someone approach me on the driveway. I turned around to find a ridiculously hot guy I had never met before. Um, was he some sort of prize for making it through Costco while avoiding all the sample stations cause if so…I need to go to Costco more often.
He wasn’t though. He was the owner of the white truck out front that unfortunately, had it’s window smash in at 3 AM, causing the alarm to go off. I told him the details, the time, but unfortunately by the time I had looked out the front window, I didn’t see anyone, nor had I noticed the window smashed. I apologized, pissed that I couldn’t be of more help to him, especially since he was totally adorable. And what does he say? “Oh no, I’m sorry that the alarm woke you up.” Excuse me while I swoon momentarily. Are you serious? You just got your window smashed in and YOU’RE sorry? We chatted for a few more minutes about contacting his insurance company, how we had parking behind our building so we weren’t parked on the street, etc. He finally ventured off and I sat there kicking myself for not asking if he lived in the neighborhood, if he needed any help cleaning up the glass, if he had a girlfriend, you know the general questions you ask when you’re approached by a hot guy in your driveway. I vowed that in the coming days I would try and see if ever saw the truck again in the neighborhood to confirm if he lived around me.
In all of my “Oh, I may have a cute neighbor/dude just chatted me up in my driveway” excitement, I failed to realize that it was probably best if I never saw him again. I quickly realized what I had been wearing during the whole interaction Track shoes, a Friday Night Light t-shirt, spandex work out pants, and a greasy ponytail. Plus I was holding a 48 pack of ramen. First impression fail. My lack of fashion sense for a Saturday morning had just turned my potential meet cute into an un-cute meet cute.
So FH, if you ever feel the need to approach me in my driveway, can you make sure I’m dressed like a normal person that looks like she’s actually taken a shower and put some thought into my appearance? For the record, I had taken a shower before the Costco run. Next time I hear an alarm going off outside my house, I should make sure to be wearing a ball gown the next morning on the off chance that a hot guy approaches me in my driveway to inquire about a busted window.
Your Future Wife