I met Zack 5 years ago today.
We were at a mutual friend's 80's Rock Star Party.
Of course I would meet my future husband dressed like an idiot/whore.
These would be the fabulous hostesses Nikki, Anne & Jeanne who are lounging on the bed of roses. They had Bon Jovi's tune continuously serenading those who came to pose for a pic.
Nikki is holding an inflatable guitar & I'm pretty sure Anne needed more cow bell.
Here's Zack who was trying to channel Nikki Sixx. That's a Harley Davidson shirt he got in Thailand. Real scary cute.
And here I am looking real special in skin tight zebra pants that I acquired in NYC (& wore quite a bit back in my "clubbin" days). I remember Zack complimenting me on my pink scrunchie but I'm pretty sure he was looking at something else. And by something else I mean my boobs.
Here's our 1st (awkward) picture. He asked me if we could take a pic together & now he claims he "got me into bed in the first 15 minutes." How sweet, right?
It certainly doesn't look like it (hello alcohol) but I was definitely wary of him. I mean, he was wearing pleather pants & eyeliner. And he followed me around all night & stared. He eventually asked me out. I said sure & gave him my number. He called mere minutes later to make sure I didn't give him fake digits.
He told me later that he knew he was going to marry me the moment he saw me. Sounds so crazy but he swears it's true.
We went on our 1st date that next Monday. It lasted until 3am.
We've been together ever since.
P.S. I discovered that we were both at the same Valentine's party earlier that year but our paths didn't cross. BUT there was a large chalkboard where everyone was writing their favorite pick up lines. Turns out Zack had written my favorite one- "Hey, baby, wanna play screen door? You stand there & I'll bang you."
TOTALLY meant to be.