A second list of favorite Jesse moments, with more I'm sure to come.
After seeing me run the Buffalo Marathon he asked me to train him, too. One morning we were running at the pier in Charlotte. It was early enough that it was just us and the seagulls. Or, as we came to call them, beach chickens. He saw a few dive for fish and was fascinated. He never knew they ate fish. I asked, what did he think they aye and he said, I always thought French fries and Pringles. I paused for a moment and asked, what did he think they ate before Pringles were invented. With a straight face he answered, Cheetos? That was the end of our run, as I was laughing too hard to keep going.
Speaking of Pringles. We loved watching Family Feud. There was one question where they asked something that rhymes with shingles. He kept insisting Pringles was the last answer and I said no way. I made the Steve Harvey face when it was, indeed, the last answer.
Our very first Turkey Trot we were overwhelmed by how many people there were and we were trying to make a plan for if one of us got lost and he couldn't find the right way to say it to not make it also sound like a breakup. If we get separated, no. If people come between us, no. If I lose you, no! We finally settled on if we can't find each other and that was that.
He picked me up at my house for our first date. His mom asked why I should let him do that, how do I know he's not a psycho. He responded with, Katie does martial arts, she could kick my ass! (This, the former wrestling Captain)
We knew we wanted ice cream, and after telling a story of going to several places for lunch one time with his dad and finding all of them closed, we found 3 of the ice cream places we wanted to go, closed! I said if all else failed we would just get a pint and a pair of spoons but at last we happened on Schaller's. He had warned me he was a disaster, but proceeded to order hot fudge. He wore almost as much as he ate.
Later he confessed that when he was planning our first date, he knew he didn't want to wait until that Friday to see me, but didn't have much money until then. So he chose Aladdin's for dinner since he knew he could get a decent meal cheap.
Two days later we went out again, this time for that Abbott's we wanted. It was hot and I cautioned him maybe a dish would be got so it doesn't melt. He insisted on his cone and proceeded to melt ice cream all over himself. Every time thereafter, he listened when I said maybe a dish.
He told me he would never call me his fiancee because he didn't like the French language. Where did we go on our honeymoon but Mont Tremblant, where they speak French! Right away we done into learning the language and spent half our time talking to each other half in French half in English. When in Tremblant, we ordered pizza at a restaurant entirely in French. We were so proud of ourselves that we high fived as soon as the waiter was gone. He saw us anyways and laughed.
He knew a few words in Spanish, such as pregunta (question) and entonces (then). We would randomly shout pregunta at each other when we had a question.
We used to play the Punch Bug game. Never did we actually punch, but we would call them out. We had our own rules, too, such as Mini Coopers being a Mini Mash, and PT Cruisers were a Cruiser Bruiser. Wood panels were a Beaver Slug. If a Cruiser had wood panels it was a double hit, convertible was also a double, top down was a triple. VW vans were so rare that they were also a triple. If we passed one and we knew it would always be there it no longer counted.
I usually kicked his butt at the cruiser game. After a while, he would start saying Honey, no. I would ask why not. His answer would always be, "It makes me look bad". And we would laugh until it hurt.
More to come as I remember.
After seeing me run the Buffalo Marathon he asked me to train him, too. One morning we were running at the pier in Charlotte. It was early enough that it was just us and the seagulls. Or, as we came to call them, beach chickens. He saw a few dive for fish and was fascinated. He never knew they ate fish. I asked, what did he think they aye and he said, I always thought French fries and Pringles. I paused for a moment and asked, what did he think they ate before Pringles were invented. With a straight face he answered, Cheetos? That was the end of our run, as I was laughing too hard to keep going.
Speaking of Pringles. We loved watching Family Feud. There was one question where they asked something that rhymes with shingles. He kept insisting Pringles was the last answer and I said no way. I made the Steve Harvey face when it was, indeed, the last answer.
Our very first Turkey Trot we were overwhelmed by how many people there were and we were trying to make a plan for if one of us got lost and he couldn't find the right way to say it to not make it also sound like a breakup. If we get separated, no. If people come between us, no. If I lose you, no! We finally settled on if we can't find each other and that was that.
He picked me up at my house for our first date. His mom asked why I should let him do that, how do I know he's not a psycho. He responded with, Katie does martial arts, she could kick my ass! (This, the former wrestling Captain)
We knew we wanted ice cream, and after telling a story of going to several places for lunch one time with his dad and finding all of them closed, we found 3 of the ice cream places we wanted to go, closed! I said if all else failed we would just get a pint and a pair of spoons but at last we happened on Schaller's. He had warned me he was a disaster, but proceeded to order hot fudge. He wore almost as much as he ate.
Later he confessed that when he was planning our first date, he knew he didn't want to wait until that Friday to see me, but didn't have much money until then. So he chose Aladdin's for dinner since he knew he could get a decent meal cheap.
Two days later we went out again, this time for that Abbott's we wanted. It was hot and I cautioned him maybe a dish would be got so it doesn't melt. He insisted on his cone and proceeded to melt ice cream all over himself. Every time thereafter, he listened when I said maybe a dish.
He told me he would never call me his fiancee because he didn't like the French language. Where did we go on our honeymoon but Mont Tremblant, where they speak French! Right away we done into learning the language and spent half our time talking to each other half in French half in English. When in Tremblant, we ordered pizza at a restaurant entirely in French. We were so proud of ourselves that we high fived as soon as the waiter was gone. He saw us anyways and laughed.
He knew a few words in Spanish, such as pregunta (question) and entonces (then). We would randomly shout pregunta at each other when we had a question.
We used to play the Punch Bug game. Never did we actually punch, but we would call them out. We had our own rules, too, such as Mini Coopers being a Mini Mash, and PT Cruisers were a Cruiser Bruiser. Wood panels were a Beaver Slug. If a Cruiser had wood panels it was a double hit, convertible was also a double, top down was a triple. VW vans were so rare that they were also a triple. If we passed one and we knew it would always be there it no longer counted.
I usually kicked his butt at the cruiser game. After a while, he would start saying Honey, no. I would ask why not. His answer would always be, "It makes me look bad". And we would laugh until it hurt.
More to come as I remember.
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