Today marks six years since Chris and I officially became a couple. The six-year anniversary isn’t a particularly special one, but it’s one that I will mark nonetheless, simply for the sake of marking arbitrary milestones throughout the course of one’s life, which I’m told is something you humans do.

Chris and Marisa - six-year anniversary

I met Chris while I was bartending at the McNellie’s on Main Street in Norman. It was July 12. I was covering a pint night shift for the regular bartender. On pint nights, the bar gave away a free, featured pint glass to the first 50 or so people who ordered the beer starting at 5. The crowds were always huge, and generally not your best customers. But after the rush, the night settled into a regular Monday night at a bar, which is to say incredibly slow.

Chris came in around seven or eight. He sat at the bar and ordered pork chops with a side of veggies. (I actually remember the majority of the food and drink he ordered that evening.) When he sat down, I knew I was going to date him. It wasn’t like a premonition or anything. It was the sort of knowledge (and power) a 24-year-old woman has when she meets a viable mate. Ask any waitress or bartender. They’ll tell you they can pretty much make anyone date them.

We chatted a bit as the evening wore on. His friend, Aaron, joined him for a bit, but left long before Chris did. After Chris tabbed out, he asked me, “What’s your favorite beer?”

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The dreaded question. McNellie’s is a beer bar. They had roughly 300 or so beers. And somehow, every customer always managed to ask me my favorite. And if you know anything about my ability to consume food and drink, then you know I don’t have A favorite, I have favorites. So in an attempt to not sound like a complete alcoholic, I told him I liked ESBs. Little did I know then that he was also a fan of ESBs. And, even though he’d closed out his tab, he ordered a Fuller’s ESB so he didn’t have to leave just yet.

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Then, after he finished his beer, the cute guy with shaggy red hair and beard reached over the bar top to shake my hand.

“I’m Chris. I hope I see you again sometime.”

Chris and Marisa - six-year anniversary

And with that, I knew I’d met the man I was going to marry. (That wasn’t 24-year-old power. It was like fate punching me in the gut.)

After Chris did some clever Facebook stalking to find me, we went on our first date one week later, on July 19, 2010. And here we are — on our six-year anniversary.

To celebrate, we went out for steak dinners on Friday, and then came home and watched Spotlight on Netflix. Perhaps it’s not the most romantic evening you could imagine, but for me, a night spent on the couch with someone who doesn’t mind that I take all my makeup off before I watch the movie (just in case I fall asleep) is a good night. I’d rather spend every night for the rest of my life on a couch in my yoga pants with a person I trust and respect than chasing those beginning-of-the-relationship butterflies with overly involved date nights and grand gestures.

So, keeping that in mind, I’d like to give you six bold predictions for the next six years of our relationship on our six-year anniversary. They are the sort of predictions that make sense for people whose life revolves around Netflix and the couch.

We will get another dog.

Rosie needs a baby brother or sister. Chris doesn’t seem to think so, but he isn’t always right. The Norman animal shelter is full of pit mixes that would just love to cuddle and play with our little Rosie. And, after we get that second dog, I can realize my dream of becoming a full-time stay at home dog mom.

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We will finally finish renovating this damn house.

That, or a tornado will sweep it away and we can move on with our lives.

We will take a family vacation.

And by family vacation, I mean me, Chris, and Rosie will go somewhere. We’ve been looking into this for a while. We’re thinking maybe Eureka Springs, or Fort Collins. We just have to find a fun cabin or B & B that will allow Rosie to tag along. Oh, and we’ll need to actually take time off work to make it all happen. That’s the hard part.

Chris and Marisa - six-year anniversary

We will get professional couples photos taken.

Maybe that’s what we should’ve done for our six-year anniversary. But Chris and I aren’t big on having our pictures taken. In fact, every picture in this post is from before 2013, and was taken by extending an arm all selfie-style. You can tell these pics are old because I’m still wearing glasses in them. Check out pre-LASIK Marisa! So, I’m pretty sure that we’ll have some professional pictures taken in the next six years or so, mainly because I want them, but also because I know an entire boatload of photographers. Now, to get over this fear of having my picture taken…

All out war will be declared between us and the teenage dirtbag kids who live on our street.

It’s only a matter of time, and I’m honestly surprised that it hasn’t happened yet. But know that there are a lot of teenage dirtbags who live with their parents in our neighborhood. And, since it’s a working class area, a lot of those parents are off at work while the kids are at home alone. When they aren’t setting off fireworks at 3 AM, you can hear them screaming out in the street in the middle of the night while they play tag. And if they aren’t doing that, then they’re sneaking out of the windows of their homes. It’s fun to watch, unless you have to wake up and go to work the next day.

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We will attend midnight showings of every Fast and the Furious movie that comes out.

Because yeah, we totally will. Also, Helen Mirren is going to be in the upcoming eighth movie. OF COURSE WE’LL BE THERE.

Chris and Marisa - six-year anniversary

So those are my bold predictions for the next six years on our six-year anniversary. Oh, and if you want to wish us a happy anniversary, feel free to leave a pizza and a bottle of wine on the doorstep. We need it to watch Netflix.

17 Responses

  1. Totally had the same punch-in-the-gut of “This is the guy I’m going to marry.” the first time I met my now-husband. Well, met him again. After we started dating, we figured out that we’d lived in the same apartment complex (though at different times) and had known each other when were about 8 or 9 years old.

    Happy Anniversary to both of you! Steak dinners sounded like an awesome way to celebrate.

    1. Thanks! And isn’t it weird how fate is constantly conspiring to put people together, only you don’t really notice it until it’s all said and done?

  2. I love all of those predictions. It makes me happy to see a couple still happy with each other and committed to being together.

    I really like your attitude about the house…fix it or let a tornado take it away. Problem solved either way.

    1. Thanks, Stephanie! And one of the joys of living in Oklahoma is knowing that if you don’t really your house too much, a natural disaster could fix that for you at any time.

  3. I love this. I recently wrote a poem about when I knew I was going to marry my now husband of 24 years and I toast you, dear friend.

  4. OK, M, you got me to read the whole thing twice AND I still haven’t figured out where the bold predictions of rainbows and unicorns went. Massive oversight or did the auto-correct gremlins erase something wonderful? WTH?

    1. We’re not very much into the rainbows and unicorns. What can I say? Some couples just want to watch the world burn.

      1. Indeed. Can’t think of a better place to do that than Las Vegas and then a quenching dip in the waters off St. Thomas.

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