(I'm not exactly sure what Vigg is doing to Jeff in this picture ... we'll go with "adjusting his bow tie.")
Anyway, on my second-ever date with Ron waaaaaaay back in July 2000, Ron and I went to the now defunct Hard Bean/Mocha Mama's cafe. (Yes, this place was called both of these names at some point before finally going out of business.) Basically, our second date was at a Starbucks. Where else are you going to go on a Thursday night when you're 17 and 16 years old, respectively?
Although it would be another year before I knew that Ron was The One (June 30, 2001 to be exact ... I'll save that story for another time), I knew that he would make the short list because he talked me under the table that night. I could not get a word in edgewise. It had never happened to me before, and it has never happened since. (My friend Marcie has come close, but I can keep up with her pretty well.) I liked that this boy could talk so much and I learned every basic fact that one could learn about Ron in one night. Here are two things that I learned about Ron that night (this is where I return to the topic of Jeff):
Ron: "Jeff is my best friend. My best friend. Do you know Jeff?"
Me: "No ... I think we maybe had gym together once."
Ron: "Jeff is The Nicest Guy on the Planet. THE NICEST GUY. I will make sure you meet him--you have to meet him. He's the nicest guy."
Me: "So why is he so great?"
Ron: "Because he's like my brother. I don't have a real brother, so I think of Jeff as my brother. One day when I have kids, my kids will call him Uncle Jeff. That is exactly how I think of him."
Me: "Oh, that's really nice!"
What I did not say: "I think it's weird and bizarre when kids call people 'Aunt' and 'Uncle' who are not actually a real aunt or uncle." I just sort of dismissed this whole thing because I was pretty sure that I would not be the mother to the kids referring to Ron's best friend as "Uncle Jeff."
Here's the other thing I learned:
Ron: "Jeff and I joke all the time that he's naming his first son 'Clyde' and I'm naming my first son 'Primo.'"
[This joke would be a lot funnier for you, the reader, if you knew Jeff and Ron's last names. "Clyde" rhymes with Jeff's last name and "Primo" rhymes with Ron's. Haha?]
Again, I just thought to myself, "Well, whatever poor girl marries this guy will have to cross that bridge when she comes to it."
|Jeff, Matt, Bob, Ron ... for the record, it was at least 135 degrees out when I took this picture. These boys hold up pretty well, no?|
|Vigg, Jeff, Matt, Bob, Ron, Sean, Shane|
1) I ended up getting to know Jeff pretty well because Ron and I never broke up.
2) Ron still jokes that we're naming our first son Primo.
3) Clyde is due in six weeks:
|Again, Vigg: Not sure what you're doing here, but we'll go with "watching the game on TV through the glass door."|
Uncle Jeff! Thanks for being such a cool guy/"like a brother" to my brother-less husband.
(Please don't make Steph name that baby "Clyde.")