Ten years ago in July 2004, I sold some shoes at Dick’s Sporting Goods, ate too many cookies at Subway, and drove to Richmond to meet Amanda for dinner. We went to Five Guys. We ate burgers, devoured a greasy bag full of fries, and made it rain with peanut shells up in that joint.
Later that night, I asked Amanda to be my girlfriend.
She said “yes.”
And then I sang a Kelly Clarkson song.
I know it’s hard to imagine this story getting any more romantic, but it did:
All this took place in the middle of an office complex.
It’s been quite an adventure since then and we’re still not very classy. However, we are still together and our relationship is stronger than ever.
I know a lot of guys like to show affection by referring to their wives as their girlfriends. I won’t do that because I think it is a little weird. Plus, my wedding ring and life insurance policy say otherwise. However, I still like this lady a lot. I never dated anyone before Amanda. Sure, there had been dates, but I never had a girlfriend because I was waiting for the right lady:
I found her.
Younger Us: April 2005
UVA’s Graduation Day, May 2005: