My roommate and dear friend, Kylee, met Kyle while she was working as an Event and Private Dining Coordinator at a fancy steakhouse near Kyle's office. They became fast friends and started to hang out, without me- so I was convinced they were secretly dating, but Kylee assured me they were just friends.
One warm summer evening, Kyle and Kylee went to a political fundraiser while I stayed home and played MENSA puzzles. My bedroom was in a huge, loft-like space in a fabulous condo - but I was saving energy with a low setting on the A/C, meaning my room was a touch warm, meaning I was wearing a short, white skirt and tank top, (nothing unusual).
When my drunken roommate arrived home, I came down the spiral stairs that lead to my room - only to see Kylee standing with her handsome friend, Kyle. I smiled and probably made some sarcastic comment on their obvious inebriation on a Thursday evening. Our best solution? Martinis. I quickly changed clothes and I remember being so happy that I was able to quickly pull together a super cute, casual outfit.
We went to our favorite local spot, Bodega, for drinks. We were sitting at a table and I remember thinking - why does it seem like Kyle is hitting on me? I thought him & Kylee were talking. I probably sent her a text message from across the table, only to be assured that they were just friends. Kyle and I determined that we both knew his best friend Topher, who I went to high school with... so we whipped out our cell phones and raced to call him. He won the phone call race, so I chatted briefly with Topher, referring to him as Chris and talking about the old days.
The rest of the night was fun, I remember Kyle telling me about how he grew up on a farm and asking him many silly city-girl questions, including "are there different types of grass?" during a talk about hay is made, because hay is just dried grass!
Needless to say, the next day at work was rough - but we went out on a date anyway. We were planning to go to an outdoor beer-festival-concert in Trement, (or something) - but it began to pour rain on our way there. So we diverted to a wine bar downtown, where we shared a cheese appetizer and spoke of our travels. I was impressed by his fun stories of trips to New Zeland, Costa Rica, South Korea and more. He trekked around the woods in another country with just a backpack! Then, we went to a piano bar that was jam-packed with bachelorette parties. We drank a bunch of those little test tubes shots, trying to make me relax - it was just too much estrogen and Woo-Woo-ing... a big change from my usual night of sipping top shelf vodka while engaging in sometimes-intelligent conversation, to the tune of mellow music. When we left, I remember wanting to go to a sports bar for cheap beer and testosterone, to counteract the piano bar, but I don't know where we went.
His parents were in town for the weekend and he invited me to have lunch with them. I said yes, meaning I met his parents on our second date. This was a big step for both of us - because how often do you introduce someone to your parents? We continued to move things along quickly; he met my Mum the following week. Two months later.... we were pregnant!
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