Yay! People follow directions!!
I met my husband on a tubing trip in the middle of nowhere Virginia (sort of near Charlottesville but not really.) A friend of his from college was planning it and that friend knew a friend of mine from Ultimate Frisbee. The night before they were leaving, I went out for happy hour/drinks with my Frisbee friend and this other friend who were discussing the trip and I said “I WANT TO TUBE” and they said “YOU SHOULD COME” in the excited way only slightly drunk people can be. I then asked what was a logical question “Are there going to be any GIRLS on this tubing trip?” and the friend says “Yeah…totally…three girls are driving over from Virginia Beach…”
Now, I don’t know if these girls were figments of his imagination or merely mythological creatures or perhaps he thought if he hoped enough they would appear, but there were no girls coming from Virginia Beach. So it was me, my friend from Ultimate, and 14 guys who all graduated from UVA together, none of whom I knew. All of whom were shit-faced by about an hour after we got there (except the DD). People were building bon-fires and walking through them. People were peeing on each other. I felt vaguely responsible for making sure all these guys made it through the night and too the river the next day.
Once on the river however, I decided to float with one of the nicest seeming young men from the night before - who also was one of the DDs that day (and was driving me back to Northern Virginia after we were done). So we spent several hours floating down the lazy river together getting to know each other (while his friends got shit faced again and chewed tobacco and spit it on their chests and then one of them got pants accidentally in front of the cops.) After the river, we went out to pizza in Charlottesville, talked about sports - found out we shared a love of “the Sport’s Guy” on ESPN (even though at that point he was a fan of the Yankees which was a SERIOUS problem), and then he drove me back to Northern Virginia. When he dropped me off at the Metro station, he asked for my number - he called a couple days later - and well, the rest is history. He is now Mr. TCFKAG (or Monotasker if you prefer) and I generally avoid being the only girl at guys weekend with his friends…you know….if I can. :-)