We're Really Doing it!

Devin's mother says that at age 7 he told her he was going to marry an Irish girl so you can imagine his excitement when he discovered that UCSB is flooded with 10k+ Irish students each summer. It all started at a house-party that he may or may not have been at to see another Irish girl he was dating (“allegedly”). But despite his apparent pre-disposition to the Irish, the first time he saw Debbie he did not see any other person at the party except for her for the rest of the evening. He spent the night repeatedly introducing himself to Debbie and only agreed to stop if she let him walk her home that evening. They spent the rest of the night talking and you could tell there was something there. Now in Ireland, the dating process starts with an equal suppression of emotions by both parties, followed by brief/vague text messages for a few months before you actually talk to each other sober, so his calling her on the phone weekly did not resonate well. He would invite her and her friends to hang out but she was always busy with work and couldn’t meet up. The last straw came when she told him she was at a party after he asked if he could stop by her apartment and say hi as he was passing by. He went up to leave a note for her under her door, and low and behold, there was Debbie, in sweats, on her couch, reading a magazine...We made eye contact through the window and she knew she was caught rotten in her lies!! This action got the message across, “Get lost, I'm here this summer to get a tan, and a tan only!”. He stopped calling and turned his attentions elsewhere, but like a majority of women, this halted attention made Deb realize just how utterly use-less/boring her life was without him. He agreed to dump his other girls and give her one last shot after she started calling him for a change. The rest, as they say, is history!

Debbie met Devin when she decided last minute to go to Santa Barbara instead of Barcelona for a summer. As luck would have it, she ended up at the same über romantic Frat house party as Devin one night where Devin proceeded to scare her with his weird clothes & big personality by repeating "Hi! I'm Devin!" over & over again. Still not impressed by his "charm", she wanted nothing to do with him, but he literally would not go away until he got her number. For the next month, Devin would call almost every day, but Debbie would make up an excuse as she was busy with the Dublin boy upstairs..! Dev apparently got the hint and backed off (thank god!). Then one night, Debbie got stranded at work and called him him asking for a ride home. He arrived in a full toga having left a party to come to her rescue despite her repeated attempts of avoiding him! Even after this gesture, the persistent calls stopped coming and...she started to miss him, of course! Call it ego, call it wanting the last word as usual, but Deb called him. So grateful that she had decided to give him another chance, Dev finally accepted how head over heels in love he was and that none of the other girls he was talking to (Likely another Irish girl, knowing him!) could compare! The rest, as they say, is history! ------------------------------------------- No matter which of the above versions you believe (obviously he’s wrong) we both agree, from that day on, we were glued at the hip, totally and utterly smitten! We've been through years of long distance, our twenties, the start our thirties and have gone through all the ups and downs you can imagine only to come out the other side, even after all this time, crazier about each other than that first summer. We can't wait to see how the next chapters of our lives unfold; it will be one hell of a story for the grandkids one day! And no matter what Devin tells you, we've been together since 2005. Not 2006!