Oceana
29-year-old Ph.D. candidate, marine biologist, photographer, yoga nut, dancer, blogger, connosior of 70s/80s slasher flicks and killer animal movies, and reigning household Wii Just Dance 3 champion. Likes Chipotle, Charlie Brown Christmas, sharks, sawfish, ballroom dancing, scuba diving, True Blood, photography, Alexander Skaarsgard, Nathan Fillion, any travel that involves a passport and/or a SUV-full of friends, chupacabras, Unsolved Mysteries marathons, and pissing off ultra-conservatives. Dislikes Glenn Beck, pink polo shirts, stupid people, ignorance, homophobia, Ann Coulter, WBC, 99% of news/politics commentators, vegetables, pretty much any movie ScubaSteve likes, and anyone that acts like they walked out of central casting for Jersey Shore. Tolerates ScubaSteve's obsession with NFL football, Minesweeper and Castlevania.
Scuba Steve
36-year-old masters candidate, marine biologist, scuba instructor, IT tech, and martial arts afficiando. Likes Chipotle, photography, insanely spicy food, stingrays, sharks, Glenn Beck, Oceana's cooking, Married with Children marathons, sushi, anything with a historical value or connotation, shooting pool, speaking entirely in movie quotations, engaging in full-on Wii lightsaber fights in the middle of the living room, pissing off ultra-liberals, and nearly every movie that Oceana can't stand. Dislikes pink polo shirts, stupid people, ignorance, Charlie Brown Christmas, chick flicks, South Florida drivers, shopping, cleaning, and anyone that acts like they walked out of central casting for Jersey Shore. Tolerates Oceana's obsession with Ohio State football, Alexander Skaarsgard and crappy slasher/killer animal movies.
How We Met
We met at my masters thesis defense. I was nervous as hell and trying very hard not to pass out or puke on anyone in my committee. He was the only person in the room, and therefore, could not make me nervous, so I proceeded to deliver my entire defense staring at him. Remarkably, he was not disturbed by my incessant staring and met up with my friends and I during post-defense celebrations. Unfortunately, I was approximately 4 martinis deep when he arrived, so what little I can remember of our first real conversation was sharks and tattoos.
We met again a week later on a dive with our friends Katy and Brian. We talked and hit it off...and kept running into one another at various parties and get-togethers in the weeks that followed.
The night before July 4, we were at a local watering hole for a Happy Hour party and got to talking...and just didn't stop. As I left for the evening, he told me that he was looking forward to seeing me at P&Gs the next day. I was sitting on the couch at P&Gs on July 4th when he came through the front door...after looking around the room a bit, he caught my eye and burst into a huge smile, at which point my stomach hit the ground and I thought, "Uh oh, I'm in trouble now." He asked me out that night, and we've been together ever since.
We met again a week later on a dive with our friends Katy and Brian. We talked and hit it off...and kept running into one another at various parties and get-togethers in the weeks that followed.
The night before July 4, we were at a local watering hole for a Happy Hour party and got to talking...and just didn't stop. As I left for the evening, he told me that he was looking forward to seeing me at P&Gs the next day. I was sitting on the couch at P&Gs on July 4th when he came through the front door...after looking around the room a bit, he caught my eye and burst into a huge smile, at which point my stomach hit the ground and I thought, "Uh oh, I'm in trouble now." He asked me out that night, and we've been together ever since.
Proposal
I came home from work the night before we were scheduled to go home to visit my family for Christmas, to find that a) he had cleaned the apartment (alright, now something is DEFINITELY up), b) he had lit every single candle we have in the house AND lit up every Christmas light that we owned, and c) was in a polo shirt, cooking a steak dinner. He let me get as far as putting my purse down in the bedroom...he dropped to one knee in the middle of our living room and asked me to be his wife. Our dog walked up to him and licked him across the face mid-proposal, which pretty much sealed the deal. I said yes, I cried, he laughed at me crying, we ate steak and couscous, met a friend for ice cream, and looked at Christmas lights in the pouring rain. It was the most perfectly imperfect proposal I could have asked for. :)
Furbaby
Sandy, our furbaby. She's a Australian Shepherd/Border Collie/Pitbull mix, which means she sounds ferocious behind a closed door, but is a total wussy when it comes to actually confronting anything larger than a squirrel. She's ridiculously spoiled, but she's super sweet and a total lovebug, so we let her get away with it. Her pasttimes include destroying television remotes and laptop power cords, chasing invisible squirrels throughout the house, lodging all her toys underneath the sleep sofa, scaring lives out of deliverymen, sleeping on the back patio, riding shotgun in momma's SUV and charming the shit out of other drivers at red lights, and puppy-dog-looking vistors out of potato chips and french fries.