From LNR to LNRB: Huge Mistake

For the rest of the semester MB and I galloped about campus completely in love.  Sort of. 

The horrible and awful truth of the matter was despite being so blissfully involved with MB I was also {retrospectively not so blissfully} involved with a boy from HS whom I had dated my whole entire life. 

Full Disclosure:  I really thought that other guy was the one for me.

Truly, I thought we were going to ride off into the sunset of dysfunction and incompatibility.  I think it’s what I wanted {and I was used to getting what I wanted} and when pressed, he was the choice I made.

So I went back to Pittsburgh, after moving out of the sorority suite and into my parent’s house for the summer, to break up with MB.

From LNR to LNRB: Now We’re Making Out!!!

After our initial church date which followed hot on the heels of our ill-fated first meeting, I realized, after hashing this out with a few of our mutual friends and my sorority sisters, that MB had a weensy crush on yours truly.  I was super conflicted.  I liked the 2 times we hung out and as mentioned, he was exactly what I wanted in a dater, but whats the f un in that?  Getting mired down in another boring, sort of hurtful, lame long-term relationship when I could {and DID} make out with every single human on the planet?

I decided for the latter.

From LNR to LNRB: Jesus Was Our Chaperone

After our fateful first meeting at an ice skating rink, and what I remember as a terse conversation that followed, MB diligently harassed me, over Instant Messenger, the following Saturday to hang out.  Trying not to lead this really nice guy on, I proclaimed that I had a mound of studying to do and had to go to church {I RARELY went to mass in college} so if he wanted to join me for any of these things that’d be fine.  For some reason, he agreed, to all of them.  Flustered, I tried to give him my phone number, but omitted the last digit accidentally and signed off.

Forcing MB, when he arrived at my sorority’s suite, where I live to call the main line.  Poor kid.  Except, he didn’t know the main line number.  Uh oh.

From LNR to LNRB: How to Meet and Snag MB

It occurred to me as I was crunching my butterfinger mini that I have a lot of fantastic readers who have absolutely NO idea how MB and I met, fell in and out of love {many times over} and finally got engaged.  I gave bits and pieces of the story on Bride and Blog, before I was a better blogger, and am now ready to spill the whole story.  Enjoy!