Ponytail Jon

I received a request for a blog post.  I love requests.

The request was for an introduction to my fiance.

So without further adieu, allow me to introduce you to Jonathan Ruiz, or rather, Ponytail Jon.

Why Ponytail Jon?

Last winter semester, Jon had lovely long hair that he would pull into a ponytail for our intramural soccer games.  I ended up getting a minor concussion during one of our games which I later blogged about.  To make the post a little more sensational, I gave key characters nicknames.  Unfortunately I don't have a picture of the ponytail.  I do however have a picture of the rattail Jon sported during the summer.

How did we meet?

Institute class.  It was a Book of Mormon class on Tuesday afternoons at Mount Royal.  As creepy as this sounds, I knew who he was.  Only because a friend of mine had messaged me during the summer telling me about him.  And I may or may not have looked him up on Facebook.  The first thing he said to me in that class was, "You don't like snow?!"  The first thing I said to him was, "I beat you", after racing to the scripture the teacher had just asked us to look up.  Needless to say, Jon and I are both a little competitive.  My favorite story is about the text he sent to a friend just after our first class.  I think it said something like, "I just met my future wife."

First Thoughts?

"He has a moustache."  I've never been a huge fan of facial hair and this guy was rockin' a mean 'stache.  It turned out though that he had a reason for his facial hair madness.  Jon had been accepted to compete on an episode of Wipe Out Canada and was therefore growing facial furniture in order to gain a competitive advantage, because nobody takes a guy with a moustache seriously right?  Haha, Just kidding!!!

He was on Wipe Out Canada?

Yup.  Jon is a real life reality TV star.  He went to Argentina for a week to film an episode and was then sworn to nearly eight months of secrecy regarding the outcome.  He's kind of a big deal.

First Date?

I took the bull by the horns and invited Jon to Preference.  But then it turned out that I couldn't get work off, so I promptly "uninvited" him (I'll never live that one down).  He later invited me to his work Christmas party.  And I started dating another guy a week after that.  After that relationship ended, Jon promptly invited me to the Sweet Hearts dance for Valentine's Day that weekend.  So I believe I'll say that is our first real date.  And it was a lot of fun.

First Kiss?

Well wouldn't you like to know!  Okay fine, it was at his parent's house after watching Willow with his family.  He held my hand and we decided we should start dating.  Then we may or may not have kissed on the lips.

How long did we date?

Well, all together I guess it was only like three months.  Gosh, that sounds bad.  However, Jon and I have been great friends for almost a year now.  I can easily call him my best friend.

Is he taller than me?

By a hair.  Sometimes I swear I'm taller than him, but we have photographic evidence that I am not.  In fact, I can even wear heels and he's still taller than me.  Which is really impressive.

Fun Facts...

Once upon a time I went to Mexico for a holiday.  And then Peru for another holiday.  And during these holidays I fell in love with the charming good looks of the latino men.  Well, Jon is half latino, his father is from Ecuador.

Another time I went on a holiday to Mexico.  Jon's birthday was coming up so I bought him a gift down there.  Jon then spent his entire summer wearing it.  Meet the Snakeskin...

Jon is super duper athletic.  It makes me jealous how naturally everything comes to him.  Like the one time we went cliff jumping. 

I love to explore abandoned houses.  One time I made Jon explore one with me.  As a joke I said, "Yes, this one's pretty nice, we should think about making an offer.  There are a lot of bedrooms for the kids and the work shop out front will be nice for your projects."  To this day our hearts are still set on settling down by Granum in this beauty.

Jon has a tender heart.  After going down to Raymond so he could ask my Dad permission, I knew I was going to be proposed to shortly.  So when he took me out for dinner at the Calgary Tower I was pretty sure this was it.  However, after we finished eating, he started fidgeting and acting funny.  You see, he had planned to trick me.  He wanted to get down on one knee after dinner to then only begin tying his shoe, but he just couldn't.  Instead, he grabbed my hand, told me he loved me, and then said, "... but I'm not proposing, I'm sorry."

Jon loves to play fooseball with me.  Because I SUCK.  And not just like casually suck, I major suck.  And it makes me mad.  And then I do things that I wouldn't do in real life, such as scream and kick things.  In fact, Jon loves playing fooseball against me so much that he proposed to me while doing so.  Last Thursday he stuck a ring box in the slot were the ball comes out and, after finishing a game, suggested that we trade sides.  As we started to play another game, I was in the zone because I didn't want to lose as badly again.  So when it came time for me to fish out the ball from my slot, I simply shoved that random box out of the way and grabbed the ball without wasting a moment to wonder what the heck a box was doing in the slot.  Jon let me finish the game before suggesting I take the box out.  However, the box was empty - YOU SNEAKY JON! - so I threw it at him.  Finally he pulled another box out of his pocket, to which I said, "It's probably empty too!" (Yes, by this time I had completely slaughtered his proposal).  Turns out it wasn't empty.  And I said yes.

And there you have it, that's my fiance Jon!