Hi and welcome to The Lady and The Beard.
Having recently retired from retail work to find greener pastures of the corporate life, I can truthfully say I have come into my own. On my path to l;ife after 30 I have found love, life and all the scary, crazy parts in between. This is my life, how I see it and how I think my boyfriend (now fiance) interprets it.
All things fancy. We met at a very opportune and sensitive time in my life. Honestly, I think he landed in my life for a reason. Love.
The Beard puts up with my crazy, my BS, attitude and most importantly, ME! He asked me to be his wife on September 26th, 2012 and he now has to put up with my obsessive wedding planning. It must be true love!
Sometimes people like to know how we met. While the story isn’t too exciting, it’s definitely become the groundwork of our relationship and who we are together.
Back in 2011 I was in between jobs. So in order to do something, I took a job as a front desk receptionist at a local salon. It just so happens that Adam worked there. Now I’ll be honest and admit that the first time I met him, I wasn’t sure if he was gay or not. Don’t get me wrong! But I think it’s the first thought many people would have when seeing a man working in a salon. The stereotype hit me and I briefly thought it. After talking to him a few times it was obvious he wasn’t.
After a few casual work conversations I finally got the nerve to ask him out. Yes, I asked him. I was recently (a few months) out of a relationship and knew I had to take control of the situation myself if I wanted to see this guy outside of the salon. One evening, after a few cocktails and hanging out with my best friend Kyle, I got the nerve to Facebook message him. Don’t judge. Having the courage of my best friend allowed me to actually send it. An hour later a response was sent. He was actually interested! We spent the rest of the night texting each other about plans for the next day.
It was determined we would meet up at a bar downtown. Of course I would bring along friends because he could be a serial killer. It is possible and I wasn’t about to walk in there not knowing anyone. I got there a little early, of course, to make sure I could spot him first. He walked in the door and it was literally one of those movie sequences in slow motion, my stomach was in knots and I was instantly nervous. Even though he had many friends there that night, his attention was all on me.
To make it official, he asked me out on a “real date” for that following Friday. He was on time (bonus points) and we walked together to a nearby restaurant, Senate, to have our first official date.
From that night on, we were inseparable. We literally spent every single night together doing something. Whether it was a full night out on the two, dinner or even just catching a quick movie, we were together.
our “first” picture after our first date