Weddingbee Blog

I am meant to be writing my final research paper for my linguistics class. But clearly, blogging is more fun.

Therefore I will take the opportunity to tell a bit of the story of Mr E and I. Because really… how does a California boy end up meeting and falling in love with a Kiwi girl in Indonesia?

Both our parents work with organisations in Indonesia. My family moved there when I was 2, and Mr E was 7 when his family made their big Southern hemisphere move. We were actually both living on the same island for a number of years, but I lived inland (in a tiny village, no less) and he lived in the city on the coast. It wasn’t until my sophomore year of high school (Form 5 for fellow kiwis) that we first met when my family moved to the coast so my siblings and I could go to the International school there.

Now… I’m a little… shy. So when an extroverted tall boy with a fro (the fro that ROCKS!) plonks down across the table from me at lunch and says something flirtatious (OK I can’t remember what he said but I do know it made me go beet-red) I just don’t know what to do.

Thankfully Mr E was persistent and didn’t let my timid mumblings turn him off and pretty soon we became best friends. Yes, not lovers yet. Best friends. We made each other laugh, we got into all sorts of trouble, and we pretty soon got the reputation for being the more “alternative” kids in a relatively conservative school. But it didn’t stop there. Slowly something seemed to shift in the dynamics of our relationship and I realised that I actually LIKED this odd boy. But I never though he would actually like me back in the same way so I kept quiet about it. Well, it turns out that everyone else around else could tell we liked each other (according to Mr E he fell in love with me from Day 1 and I’m just slow).

(Personal Photo) Us at school circa 2006… haha we look so alive and excited to be at school *not*

In the first semester of my senior year I gathered the courage to ask Mr. E to Sadie Hawkins (for NZers: this is an American party thing where the girl asks the guy and you all dress up as weird characters). He said yes, despite being very verbal previously about not going to Sadie Hawkins with anyone that year. Ha! We went as pirates… he straightened his fro for it (it only stayed that way two hours tops) and I was the pirate wench. I think that night we both realised fully about the other’s feelings… which lead to a walk around the school soccer field a week later (under an almost full moon). We were both so nervous, though! We must have lapped that field 10 times before either of us had the courage to say what was on our minds. Finally, it was I who said, “I like you. Do you like me?”

The answer was yes. Gosh, I’m so glad I had the courage to ask in the end… the one and only time I have ever had guts, and it was probably the time it mattered most!

I think we ended the night with me saying to him before I headed home: “This means I have a date to Christmas Banquet now, right?” Ha.

A sneak pic of us… 2007

Photo by Rebecca Taylor

Did you meet your FI in high school? How did you profess your love to each other?