“The first night I met him I knew I was going to marry him.”
I met bob at this mutual party, it was November 7th, 1995, and school had been cancelled because it had snowed that day in Kansas City and it was a Friday. They only have one snow plow for the whole city even though it snows every winter. I went to the party with mutual friends of Bob that is how I met him. He was friends with my friend Scottie, who lived across the hall so we went and picked him and Rachel up before the party. And before that even happened I was in Scotties apartment because I was going to borrow a leather jacket and he was in the shower and the phone rang. He told me to answer it so I did, and it was bob. I said hello, and he said hello, and he said who’s this, and I said who’s this? And he’s like I asked you first, and I said who’s this again and he said Bob. I said what is your name spelled backwards and he said Joe. So I said Scotts in the shower he will call you back later and I left. Well we picked him up later that night and he was funny and goofy, and I though oh he’s cute, I’d like to get to know him.
So then we were leaving the party and its slick and I have shitty boots on and no traction and we were singing what’s up by 4 Non Blondes. And bob says to me, “you need good shoes like this, you’ll never wipe out with these.” So he put his foot down- he’s wearing doc martins- and he falls right on his ass. I ended up biting my tongue from saying: “this is a story we will tell our grandkids about some day.” That thought came into my head and I was like whoa, where’s that coming from?
So then we got engaged the end of June, in 96, but we had a 13 month engagement and we lived together, lived in sin. But I am so glad we lived together before we got married because then I knew what the hell I was getting into.