How We Met: Guest Post by Jess Witkins
Hello readers! You’re probably wondering who I am. My name is Jess Witkins, and I convinced Marcy to hand over her blog for the price of an I-Tunes gift card. Yep, she’s that easy. And now you’re stuck with me. What’s that frightened look in your eyes?! I haven’t done anything yet!
Ok, I promise no harm came to the owner of this blog, or any other blog for that matter, at my hands. But if you know Marcy, she’s had her share of broken bones. In fact, she’s talking about bones today at my blog, bones and backbones! Cheer her on and visit in the comments section here.
Since she’s given me limitless word count approval, I thought I’d chat a little with you guys. Valentine’s Day is approaching so I can’t help it that love is on my brain. Many of you are planning romantic ways to say “I love you” to your partners, reserving intimate date night dinners, and buying chocolate and flowers to say “You are so sweet, and you smell good too!”
My honey is very deserving of all these things. But it’s not enough to just tell him how I feel, I should tell everyone! And everyone who reads Marcy’s blog.
My Honeypot: A Romantic Retelling of How We Met
It was my Freshman year of college and I was busy taking all my general education classes at once. Eighteen credits and honor society status, I was a good student. He didn’t show up for class sometimes, but boy did he smell good when he did!
On good days, we happened to sit by each other. And on great days, we talked. He thought I was crazy, and I thought he was cute. He was close to graduating, and I was still enrolled in the theater program (a path that wasn’t meant to see fruition). At 19 years old, I wanted to try everything. I was active in several student organizations, I held leadership positions, I had classes in almost every building on campus!
Alas, it wasn’t meant to be. Both of us were in other relationships at the time, and at very different points in our lives. He was a soon to be graduate with a music education major, the lead guitarist in a major local band, and had a great reputation with area schools. I was still living in the dorms and would change my mind about what program I wanted to study a couple more times.
Flash forward two years, and you’d find me coaxed out of my apartment by friends and dragged downtown to the local pub for some live music. Imagine my surprise when there he was! He too was out with friends to check out the very same band! Now ladies, it’s a well known fact that men have something we women are powerless against. It’s scientific name is mojo. Mojo Machofinus in latin.
The full research study is available on this album.
Well, as you can guess it, we started talking. Little did I know he’d completely forgotten my name! He recognized me, and came over to talk, but he had no idea what my name was!
Gentlemen, listen up! This is why it’s so important you have a “wingman.” Urban dictionary defines ‘wingman’ as this:
Wingman
A Wingman is a guy you bring along with you on singles
outings (like to bars) that helps you out with the women.
It was through his friend (my favorite friend of his) that he learned my name again, and did so flawlessly. I wouldn’t find out he was sweating the whole time until years later! This friend also casually mentioned another show we should both check out, but the show was at a venue way up in the bluffs.
Yep, we had to go up there! No kidding! Welcome to La Crosse, WI!
He soon offered me a ride to the show and asked to get coffee with him ahead. I said yes!
So, that’s the tale of how we met. It’s been five years since then and you know what, he still surprises me with the things he doesn’t know! But he is also my biggest fan, my best friend, and he knows how to make me laugh.
Happy Valentine’s, Honeypot! I’m so glad we met!
Me and My Valentine
What are your favorite stories of love to share? Is it the love for your partner, your children, a parent, a pet, or a friend? Who will you be wishing Happy Valentine’s to?
Bio: Jess Witkins claims the title Perseverance Expert. She grew up in a small Wisconsin town as the much younger youngest sibling of four, she’s witnessed the paranormal, jumped out of a plane, worked in retail, traveled to exotic locations like Italy, Ireland, and Shipshewana, Indiana, and she’s eaten bologna and lived to tell about it! She deals with it all and writes about it! Come along on her midwest adventures; Witkins promises to keep it honest and entertaining. Go ahead, SUBSCRIBE, you know you want to. Follow on Twitter: @jesswitkins