Lawyer Love

In honor of my two year wedding anniversary coming up later this month, I thought it be fun to write about how it is that Mr. Cob and I got together.  Here's the very beginning of the story...

I broke up with Mr. Cob on our very first date. It’s true. He asked me to dinner, I said yes, and then at dinner I told him we couldn’t be romantically involved. Go me.

So how did we manage to become betrothed almost two years ago? It’s actually a funny story.

Mr. Cob and I both started UGA law in the Fall of 2004, but didn’t actually meet until an entire year later. Our class of about 200 was broken up into three sections and you have all your first year classes with the same 70 people. He was a “Y” and I was a “Z”. But I had a handful of friends who were Y-ers, and Mr. Cob and I went to many of the same events over those first 9 months of school. But our paths never really crossed. I spent most of my weekends driving back “home” to Atlanta to visit my then-boyfriend, so I wasn’t heavily involved in the law school social scene that first year, and I wasn’t exactly “looking” for a new man.

Mr. Cob and I officially met on a Friday night in early September of 2005 at a keg party at a fellow student’s house. My friend Katie, a Y-er with Mr. Cob, introduced us. The introduction wasn’t one for the story books – we had both been drinking (Mr. Cob heavily due to flip cup) and I was still in a relationship. Mr. Cob also assumed I was Katie’s friend from out of town and figured it wasn’t worth putting the effort in to impress a girl who was only going to be in town for the weekend. So with that simple hi, nice to meet you, we each separately went on with our night.

The next day was game day. If you’ve ever been to UGA or have any knowledge of SEC football, you know that tailgating is huge down South. The law school puts on a tailgate for each game and most of our friends tailgated that year on North Campus, so Mr. Cob and I found ourselves together again. This is when I got a peek into his personality and just how funny he is. But it didn’t matter, he still thought I was just in town for the weekend, so he was kind to me, but didn’t try to win me over. (Looking back, this was probably for the best since he wasn’t nervous and just showed me his true hilarious self.)  And I had a boyfriend.  

But then the next weekend I found myself newly single and a bit of a train wreck. Even though it was obvious my relationship needed to end (much sooner than it actually did, in fact) it was still difficult. I went through the typical girl reaction of feeling not good enough and like I was never going to find love again. I began going out regularly testing out Athens 50+ bars (…ok, yes, I’d already spent 4 years of undergrad in Athens and had tested the waters quite thoroughly, but it had been a solid year that I’d been out of the scene and there were new bars to try…), drinking lots of wine, smoking cigarettes again and just feeling depressed. This depression lasted for a good month and a half. I was still heavily embedded in it when Mr. Cob and I started hanging out, which happened gradually. Actually it just sort of happened because we had the same group of friends and I was in Athens on a regular basis. Oh, and he finally realized that I wasn’t Katie’s out-of-town friend, but was actually a law student. My habitual studying in the law library and sitting a few rows away from him in class tipped him off.

Nothing really sticks out in my mind that first month of my new singledom aside from being emotionally unstable and going out with the girls all too often. Mr. Cob has since told me that we had a couple of awkward exchanges at various bars – mostly my being drunk and incoherent and him blowing me off as this crazy chic. And then the law school Halloween party happened. And the ball started rolling when a slutty nurse (um, me) went up to this knight in shining armor (Mr. Cob) and whispered something in his ear….

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