In the vein of the Story of Life [Comma] Etc, I’ve put together a three-part series to celebrate JHubb’s and my first marriage anniversary this month. Read on to find out how we met, what dating was like for us, and our marriage!
Despite my enjoyment of creative nonfiction and poetry, talking about my own relationships on such a large platform strikes me as a little intimidating. To make it less awkward, I would like to frame the story of our relationship in reference to the music that was heavy in my head when it all happened.
To make it even more romantic, much of the following music was introduced to me by JHubbs, and he is entirely responsible for the expanding of my musical taste to include pop music, emo music, and all other kinds of music I was once “too good for”. And that is the best part of the best relationships — they encourage you to grow and accept new things about the world that you would otherwise choose to ignore.
Love you, baby!
When JHubbs and I met, I was on the way out of another relationship. JHubbs was just this quiet, lanky young man studying to be a teacher who had all kinds of secret personality traits that were brimming to come out. We first spoke in a group assignment in a graduate class, and soon after would carpool together with a small group of fast friends who would study, play basketball, and work on our teaching craft together.
A few months after meeting, JHubbs joined me for an epic roadtrip (as friends) to visit one of our new friends in New England. (Spoiler alert: she would later be a bridesmaid in our wedding.)
On this trip, we actually fought a lot. I hated his taste in music — especially Silverchair — and 10 hours in a car with your anti-music can make for a very stressful day. We ended the trip exhausted, broke, and sick of each other. But within a few hours of being back at our respective homes, it became clear that we missed each other, and that’s when it started to dawn on me that maybe I really liked being around him.
JHubbs announced his intentions to date me early on, but I was convinced he wasn’t the boy for me. It took about six months of being friends for me to realize what I was missing — six months of late night study sessions, late afternoon 1:1 basketball (me-OW, right?) and early morning pre-exam bacon-and-eggs. And you want to know what eventually changed my mind?
…. He played guitar.
Yep, that’s me, the lame groupie who is into guys who play guitar. Of course, back then he was awful. Just…. awful. Let’s not talk about it. But being the persevering, creative man he is, he kept at it, despite my constant “constructive” criticism. And now…. well, now he’s in my top 5 artists.
When I finally realized I could (and did) return his feelings (and after interviewing my close circle of friends about all the pros and cons and fears and excitements) I took the plunge… we were officially dating.