Papa Paparazzi - The (B) True Gollywood Story

Today for the first time I am participating in Once Upon a Miracle's True Story Tuesday. I couldn't pass up this perfect opportunity to write about this story

Let me take you back to March 2007. I had just met Zac, and we had been on maybe two dates, when I asked him if he would like to ride down to the beach for a little while on a Sunday afternoon. This was a pretty big deal for me since I was never the one who made a move in a relationship; or if I did, there was much plotting, debating, and second-guessing that preceded the actual verbalizing and execution of the plan.

He warmly agreed and said he would pick me up, and we could go for a couple of hours, adding that he couldn't stay for longer than a couple of hours because his aunt and uncle were in town helping his folks shop-around for a good spot for his sister's wedding reception and wanted to come by his house. (I later realized why he needed more than just an hour or two to clean it up. =) )

The day was perfect. While got soaked up some sun, we talked about the random, safe topics that you discuss when you are first dating; and before I knew it, the couple of hours had flown-by ever so quickly. I had worn a small dress over my bathing suit to the beach, but it had become dirty, sandy, sweaty and was at this point rolled into a ball underneath my sandy, sweaty, salt-water-soaked towel in the bottom of my bag. To walk back up to the truck I simply pulled on a pair of cut-off Victoria's Secret sweatpants for the ride home. I can't stand to put clothes back on when I've been on the beach before I get to shower.

As we were getting into the truck, I swore I could faintly hear someone calling his name. He went over to investigate. Upon his return, he opened my door and said that it was his parents, aunt, and uncle. Apparently, they were there to check out me the country club where the beach access was for the reception. He asked if I wanted to get out and meet them.

Of course I panicked because of the clothing situation: bikini top & shorts. It's not like I could be nonchalant about it. I am five feet and eleven farking inches tall! If I don't have a shirt on it's, "HELLO, Bethany's has just entered the room." Thank the Lord my nunga-nungas weren't too big at the time. Ahh, I miss my B cup. Anyboob, so here I am meeting this guy's parents PLUS some extended family, I might add, in my bikini top. My mother would have been mortified.

Look, I know I was at the beach…but still! He mentioned that he didn't think it was an accident; I was flattered, but tried not to get too excited just to later have to tell myself, "He's just not that into you."

About a month later, we are still dating (obviously); and he was talking to his grandmother on the phone when she mentions something to the effect of "in the pictures." He was curious as to what she was referring to as "in the pictures." APPARENTLY, the day that his folks were looking at venues, they also took pictures the options and…me. Oh yes - my own personal paparazzi. He then informs me that some photos of me have been "floating" around and amongst his Missouri family.

Months went by and we would joke about the pictures or mention them. I always wanted to see them and never did. Until one day I looking through some photos of an event on his parents computer.

Low and behold…

THE PAPARAZZI PICTURES!

As you have probably noticed I have used one for my blog header. I think they are so neat, and I am so glad to have them. They always make me smile.

Also this week Kmama is having a fan-tab-u-lous giveaway for the Corel® Digital Suite 2010 that I so desperately want to win. Be sure to stop by her blog and enter!