This is a compensated campaign in collaboration with Angel Soft and Latina Bloggers Connect. All thoughts and embarrassing stories are my own.
Sofia has been getting more and more curious about how my husband and I met and in particular, how we fell in love. At 7 yrs old, her favorite shows now involve tweens and teens having relationships, so it’s only natural for her to be curious about how her parents started out. We met 14 yrs ago, so we have many stories to tell. My favorite involves toilet paper.
In the early early days of our relationship, we both worked long days, so we often would wait to see each other on Fridays so we could relax and enjoy being together. I remember that nervous feeling every Friday at 4pm, planning everything I needed to do before he arrived at my place. Shop (beverages+ snacks), shower, wear the perfect outfit, make my apartment smell amazing, make myself smell even more amazing… and then sit and pretend everything was perfect without even trying. (Hashtag FLAWLESS- Beyonce ain’t got nothing on me!) I was pretty good at timing it just right and he was never the wiser. Until…
One day, my boss needed me to stay an extra hour. We had a big case and I was the only one that didn’t have kids to run home to, so I got stuck. Joe had yet to get a cell phone, so I couldn’t tell him of my late plans so instead… I rushed everything…and I almost made it.
At 7pm, I was ready to sit in my “oh my apartment and I look this awesome all the time” pose until his arrival when I had to run to the restroom. Just as I was about to get up, I remembered my roll was gone, since I hadn’t gotten to go shopping beforehand but I was certain I had another in a shelf. So I looked at the lower shelf, right next to me where I usually put the extra rolls, and there were none there. I did a quick scan, and didn’t see any rolls anywhere and that’s when I heard, “Hey babe, I’m here!”
At this point any logical person would probably have asked him to grab some paper towels or something, but let’s not forget FLAWLESS, ahem. I yelled back that I would be right there and did a scan again. I saw one small roll of toilet paper, all the way at the top of my bathroom shelf. Now, I am 5’2, so to this day, I have no idea what that roll was doing up there but I needed it. So, I did what any rational gal antsy to see her guy for their date would do in this situation… I lowered the toilet seat cover, and climbed up- with my underwear on my ankles and my skirt tucked into my shirt (to not get it wet, duh). I still couldn’t reach it, so… I jumped to make a grab for it, and got it… and then slipped as I stepped on the seat cover and fell on the floor, on my naked butt while banging my leg on the toilet. I guess I had screamed on my way down cause Joe came running in to see if I was OK and he found me on the floor, holding the roll still with my skirt tucked into my shirt, with a bruised leg and a naked butt on the floor. He was definitely confused, so he asked if I was OK. All I could say was, “I needed toilet paper.”
8 yrs later, and he makes sure we always have toilet paper….where I can reach it.
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