Our Love Story


In the blogging world, you read a lot of really adorable, fairy-tale like love stories. 
This isn’t one of them.

In fact, some might say it’s downright boring and/or inappropriate.
It mostly involves cubicles, a lot of alcohol, and even more making out in public.
(See, told you it was inappropriate)
And it goes a little something like this:
We met at work.
Naveed started a month after me and showed up at my cubicle one day to do a sit-with. He remembers that I was super chatty and sucked down Coke Zero like it was my job (as opposed to that thrilling spreadsheet on my screen).
And then we didn’t really talk for like 3 months.
I later became friends with the lovely Becky. She intimidated me at first (cause she’s a knockout with a smile that rivals Julia Roberts) and she says I intimidated her (although I’m not sure why). So after 3 months of skirting around each other at the office, we finally became friends. I’ll save our love story for another day. ha
She was good friends with several guys that she had trained with. 
Selling your soul to corporate America really bonds people together,
ya know?
After stopping by each others cubicles for plenty of afternoon chats, she asked me to join them for lunch at the cool kids table. I said yes, obviously. 
Who doesn’t want to be one of the cool kids?
And wouldn’t you know, they raged on weekends. 
After 5 months of living at my parents house and having zero social life, I was desperate to get out and 
drink too much 
reunite with my first love, Vodka 
dance my face off 
And so we did. Almost every weekend for months, Becky and I went up to the town where the boys lived and acted like we were in college again. Ah, the good ole days.
Naveed happened to be one of these guys. I thought he was cute from the get go.
Thought process:
He’s really cute.
I wonder if he’s Italian.
Maybe Indian?
Middle Eastern perhaps.
Who cares, he’s so cute.
(He’s actually Perrrrsian)
We were friends for several months. Just friends.
Then our friendship deepened, because we started….
talking about world issues
drunkenly making out
sharing our thoughts and opinions
drunkenly making out
enjoying each others company
No, okay we’ll go with that.
We started enjoying each others company.

As you can see, our courtship has been wildly romantic and super classy.

The long and the short of it is this:
Out of general ridiculousness grew something ridiculously awesome.
And from the bottom of my vodka tonic,
I swear that we now act like mature adults.
83% of the time.


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