Wedding Blog

So, first things first, right? You deserve to know a little more about me and the ol’ ball and chain. Let’s start at the beginning…

Mr. Meatball and I met in Milwaukee in 2002, when we were both doing a season-long acting internship at the Milwaukee Repertory Theatre. He was from NY, but had just completed his BFA in Dallas. I was from Chicago, but was in my third year of grad school at Ohio U, and had defected from the “normal” track of doing my internship in Cincinnati. I wanted to be close to home for various reasons, including the fact that Chicago was where I intended to pursue the early stages of my career. So I found another option, and was lucky enough to be one of the 12 interns accepted into the program, and my grad program was kind enough to let me go.

I was in a dying, fruitless 2-year relationship with another man when I met Mr. MB. And, truth be told, I didn’t really notice him for a few months (even though there were only 11 other interns). But, as I built up the courage to leave one relationship, another one was tickling at my heartstrings. I couldn’t tell if I really liked him, or if I just liked the idea of him. He was gentle, kind, and patient (all qualities that none of my exes had ever presented). I was so curious, and I just had to explore further!

So, I recruited my best gal pal (from here on out known as The Best Lady) to chaperone as we proceeded to kidnap Mr. MB and make him spend the day with us so I could find out if my crush was for real. I’ll be honest: I was the antithesis of subtle. I was the very definition of obvious. Look up ‘forward’ in the dictionary, and there’s an image of me that day. I had never been so bold. Ain’t no shame in my game. Long story short, we had an amazing day and didn’t leave each others sides until after midnight. He tried to kiss me, but I wouldn’t let him. I was so intoxicated by the energy between us that I walked the wrong way out of his room that night, before I ran straight to The Best Lady’s room and giddily confessed that I was, in fact, 100% certain that Mr. Meaty was the real deal.

The next day I broke it off with my ex, and took up with the nicest, most sweet and funny, best friend/partner/hottie I could ever dream of. And I haven’t looked back for one second. Six years later, I look back at my decision to “break the mold” of my grad program and go to Milwaukee with a real sense of appreciation to the Universe. Yes, I was closer to home and the location of my early career… but I was really brought to the land of beer and cheese to meet my soul mate. Girls, I hope if you’re reading this, you have found your version of this bliss. But, if you’re wishfully reading… dreaming of the day you find your match, hear this advice: don’t go for the bad boys. You can’t cure them, save them, or make them happy. They don’t want that from you. You will find someone better for you. Go with someone who treats you as nicely as you could ever imagine. I promise, being truly and deeply loved never gets boring.

Did a past relationship help you to realize when you’d stumbled upon “the one”?