Are You a Contractor? - Mr. and Ms. Adams

You are probably wondering what contracting has to do with wedding planning. But my friends this is where Mr. & Ms. A begin our story. Yup, I fell for a pick up line, and not even a good one.

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Let’s set the scene. I’m a fresh faced graduate student starting my first month at my very important (read typical government) first post-college job. One day, as I was sheepishly making my way back to my office, a stranger approached me with a now infamous line. “Excuse me, are you a contractor?” To which, I awkwardly starred at him, thinking in my head, “Wow, I must really look out of place.” Mr. A quickly recovered to explain that he asked if I was a contractor because he had never seen me before and young government workers don’t crop up very often. While this line is hilarious in and of itself, what’s funnier is that Mr. A had seen me before. In fact, he had been thinking for weeks about striking up a conversation with me. Yup, all those weeks of thinking led to a pick up line about contractors. Sorry people, I never said government workers were creative. Despite the lame approach, I was intrigued by Mr. A. We struck up a quick conversation and he asked for my number.

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Seems harmless right? Well, there are many things wrong with this scenario. Mainly being that taxpayer dollars were being wasted on trysts of two twenty-somethings. I know, I know. I’m sorry. He’s just so darn cute. But the bigger problem was that I had a boyfriend. Now before you get all Jerry Springer on me, I didn’t cheat on my boyfriend with Mr. A. I was upfront with him about my boyfriend, but it didn’t stop Mr. A.

Mr. A claims that he could tell I wasn’t that into my boyfriend. Whether he is really that psychic remains to be seen, but he was right. My boyfriend and I had hit quite the rough patch and me being the masochist that I am, I couldn’t stomach breaking up with him. Until my first lunch with Mr. A that is. Mr. A took me to a friend’s only lunch on a Thursday and I broke up with my boyfriend on a Sunday. Mr. A and I haven’t parted since.

He is exactly what I’ve always imagined my husband to be. And an absolute breath of fresh air from my miserable excuses for boyfriends. He is thoughtful and sweet, constantly thinking about me and my happiness. He encourages me to be the best I can be. He has helped me to find God and reconnect with Christ in a way I never knew possible. But more than anything else, he loves me more than I could ever begin to explain. So while our story may have started like a poorly written soap opera, I wouldn’t have it any other way. I found the man I’ve always dream of and I honestly can’t wait to get married.

Did you meet your sugar in a PG way or is your story just as scandalous as mine?