Hubba-licious

Rob Super GQ

WOW! Rob is H-O-T!!! Doesn’t this look like the cover of GQ Magazine?

These are some fun pictures I took of him when we had the studio lights set up.

I was going through some saved emails I have from our dating time and found this. It’s an excerpt from April 8, 2002. I wrote it to a good friend of mine detailing my first date with Rob.

“You ready to hear about my wonderful weekend? Why don’t you just wish me congratulations right now and get it over with. Because it was so good.”

“So I was going to call Rob Friday afternoon to finalize plans for that night. But HE called ME before I even got a chance. We chatted for a while then decided on him meeting at my house and I’d drive down there (Sky Box).”

“So he comes by and he looks cute. I did too. I had curly hair and you could tell he really liked it. So we’re driving and all the while chatting and chatting. It’s just so easy for us to find things to talk and laugh about. So we get there and eat and watch the Jazz game…well kind of…we mostly talked and didn’t pay attention to anything else. We even shared our food with each other. Pretty cute.”

“After the game we decide that we HAVE to run through the fountain. It’s a must. So we both get wet and have fun doing it. At this point I know that we are having a blast…but I’m not sure if we are having a blast as friends, or as more. But then he puts his arm around me and I got my answer. Smooth. We drive back to my place all the while laughing again and talking about the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Hilarious. So we hang out at my house for a while and then go to his to watch “The Three Amigos”. This is where it starts to get interesting.”

“During the movie we FINALLY put it out on the table and cuddle and more importantly…hold hands (don’t you think that means more than cuddling? Definitely. No more questions about whether or not we only like each other as friends. So after the movie we’re just sitting there talking and he says he needs to tell me something. I’m thinking…oh, crap. Here it comes. I’m going to be pissed. But instead this is what he says. “Just so you know, Kristie and I broke up this last week.” wwwwwwwwooooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhoooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

“I WANTED to say, “It’s about freakin’ time!” But instead I say, “Oh, I’m sorry.” He just says, no, it’s cool. So she is totally and completely OUT OF THE PICTURE!!! Like I said before…you can congratulate me now.”

“So it’s getting late and he’s driving me home. Then we get to my house and it’s the somewhat awkward part of the date where you are on the doorstep saying good night. He gives me a hug and then we stand there with our arms around each other for like 5 minutes just looking at each other. In my mind I was thinking “is he going to kiss me, is he not going to kiss me.” And I’m sure he was thinking, “should I kiss her, should I not kiss her?” Finally we just left it at that. But I know it won’t be too much longer.”

I’m SOOOOOOO glad I kept so many of my old emails and text conversations. There are so many amazing and funny things that I would never remember otherwise. I’ll have to post more excerpts later.

Hope you enjoyed this little trip down memory lane with me.

2 thoughts on “Hubba-licious

  1. That was totally fun reading! Dan and I went to Spokane, WA for New Years, and watched an Improv comedy show there that had a guy in it that looked identical to Rob. We both turned to each other and said, “Doesn’t that guy look and ACT like Rob Snow?” Pretty funny. You guys weren’t by chance in Washington on the 31st, were you? 🙂

  2. What a great story, Julie. I am happy for both of you to be able to share your life together. This sounds like a forever thing. Love, Maria.

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