11 years ago, I was texting a dude I'd hooked up with a few times as I got ready for thanksgiving back in my hometown. "I forget, what's your town called again?" He asked. I told him. One EIGHT HOUR DRIVE later he appeared at my doorstep.
WHAT A DUMBASS.
Anyway we're married.
WHAT A DUMBASS.
Anyway we're married.
Still mad he got away with this tbh.
He was from PA and had just moved to California and did not understand when he set out on this romantic mission that you could drive that far and still be in the same state.
Also I did not let him stay over, but I did flash him before he left.
Also I did not let him stay over, but I did flash him before he left.
He had abs and called my dad "sir" and didn't mind that I was still in love with my ex boyfriend and I found him entirely baffling and still do.
This all only worked because in no way was his ego tied to *succeeding* with a grand gesture. He had enough self-confidence to shoot his shot but crucially, would never blame me for the outcome. That was shockingly attractive. Take notes.
For another sweet story, come see the feature I wrote and directed (and the husband shot) as the opening night film for @covenfilmfest in San Francisco on 1/10!
