Introducing Ms. Fox and Mr. Fox!

Ok, so introductions... hm... I'm never good at these. I always want to make up some crazy story about being born to an Irish midwife during the Great Famine, but then I get a reality check that it isn't 1845 and I'm an American. Since I can't use that as a great background story (era idiosyncrasies and all, you understand), I'll just have to use my own.

My name is Ms. Fox. No, it isn't my real name, but I've never been the one to collect stalkers. Well, no, that isn't true - I had a Foursquare addiction for awhile, but that's another story for another time. Anyways, Ms. Fox is a nickname given to me after Mr. Fox took me see the movie Fantastic Mr. Fox when we first started dating. He resembled the character somewhat, what can I say? Oh, don't worry, Mr. Fox doesn't have Hypertrichosis nor does he eat quickly... it's more on a basis of the character's personality mirroring his. Not soon after that, Mr. Fox began to call me Ms. Fox and the nickname was born.

Mr. Fox and I have been dating for a year this October. I remember the night we met. It was the day before Halloween, and he was the coolest version of Count Chocula that I had ever seen. I was a clever rendition of Toucan Sam, and the rest was the stuff of cereal box legends.

Ok, there I go again - no, that wasn't quite the truth. I wish it was, but it definitely wasn't. We did indeed meet the night before Halloween. That isn't a fabrication. Unfortunately, both of us were in our street clothes while in a trendy bar located in Minneapolis' happening Uptown area. Mr. Fox later admitted that my jacket was big and I looked twice the size I actually was (thank you dear...). I thought he looked tall and gawky. Needless to say, the skies didn't open and I never heard a heavenly chorus upon that first meeting.

We got around to talking anyways. I discovered he had a cat, as did I. He also happened to have many pictures of his cat on his phone ... as did I. At this point, as a single girl, I probably should have questioned the sanity of a man living alone with a cat that he had photographed in every way possible. I think I get a free pass since we girls are arguably nutty like that - we tend to take photos of our pets to the extreme. But, being as I am a special kind of crazy, it wasn't an automatic turnoff. I saw a guy that loved cats. As the night wore on and the topic of expressing a cat's anal glands went south, we decided to exchange numbers. That led to a second date, a third, and ultimately - well, you get the idea. Now here I am, nearly a year from the date we met.

We've been discussing marriage quite seriously the past few months. We are currently in the process of ring shopping, which is an ordeal unlike any I have ever before experienced. He also told me to book a venue for a wedding next year. We aren't even engaged, yet in some ways we are ahead of that. I'll keep you updated at things develop.