Since Valentine’s Day is approaching, I thought I’d fill you all in on my main man, Kevin Pino. *This is a long one, so you may want to grab a snack ;)*
I met Kevin on March 2, 2005. I was going to Cal Poly in San Luis Obispo and was pretty much having the best year ever. I broke up with a creepy boyfriend a few months prior, and was finally starting to really enjoy being single and talking to a few different guys, and getting my confidence back up and feeling really good about myself again.
My roommates, Maygan, Jenny and I went out to dinner to Pepe’s (best Mexican restaurant in SLO btw!) that Wednesday night to do a little pre-celebrating for Maygan’s birthday (which is on March 5th), and decided to stop by (what was then known as) Mission Grill (now known as Native). Keep in mind, it was a Wednesday night, so it was pretty much the slowest night of the week when it comes to the bar scene. So we walked in and of course there was no one else there but the bartenders. It was Dennis, Jason (aka Uncle Jay) and Kevin. Now, Uncle Jay is over six feet tall and looks like a professional football player, and there’s little Kevin, who’s like 5’7”, standing next to him. First impression: I’m not a fan of short dudes. However, as the three of us sat down and started to talk (i.e. flirt) with the bartenders I was beginning to become more and more attracted to Kevin. He had a great smile and the prettiest eyes I had/have ever seen – light green. I’m pretty much obsessed with a great smile and killer eyes. To top it all off, he was super funny. So we did a little bantering back and forth and somehow the conversation got to me and how I cut my guy friends’ hair. He said he needed a haircut (ya right!) and asked me for my number so he could give me a call and “schedule an appointment.” Ha! I immediately froze and was totally going to give him a fake number because I hadn’t had much luck with giving guys my numbers in the past – CREEPERS! But Maygan (the sweet little thing that she is) immediately grabbed a cocktail napkin and jotted my number down and handed it to Kevin. Meanwhile, I’m just staring at her in complete shock but also cracking up the whole time.
So some days go by – and I don’t exactly remember specifics because it was almost five years ago people, I barely remember yesterday! – and Kevin calls me on a Thursday night and says he has the night off and him and his roommates and some friends are all going out to Tahoe Joe’s to celebrate his roommate’s birthday. At that time I was already comfortably sprawled out on the couch in my PJ’s and just got home from a full day of classes. So I denied him. Another week goes by and he calls me again and asks if I want to do something, and I deny him for a SECOND time! Poor guy. He later told me that after that point he was pretty much done with me. Hey! I don’t blame him.
Anyways, I think another week goes by and Maygan and I go to Lake Nacimiento with her then boyfriend and his friends and do a little wakeboarding. That night one of our friends was having a HUGE party at his house for his birthday. So we show up, (and I was feeling really good because I’d just been at the lake all day and got a great tan, haha!) and low-and-behold Kevin is bartending at the party! As soon as I saw him I was a little embarrassed because I had turned him down so many times. But he was super nice and came up and said hi to us and hung out for a bit while he was taking a break. So the night goes on and the party starts to die down and I see that Kevin is getting ready to leave and I wave to him and he comes over to me, grabs my face and plants a big wet one on my lips and says “bye princess.” Um ya….I was shocked! First of all, I was kind of embarrassed because I’m not someone who is big on PDA’s, but secondly, I couldn’t believe he just did that! So he left, and I was still a little dumbfounded and he must have done something right because I made Maygan go with me to Mission that night so I could “accidentally” run into him again. As luck would have it, that’s exactly what happened!
From then on we hung out. The moment I knew he was “the one” was one weeknight I went to his house and we were laying on the couch watching “Ray” and he was behind me with his arms around me and I just thought to myself ‘I have never felt this comfortable and safe with someone in my whole life. I don’t want to be anywhere but here with him forever.’ Skip ahead about a month and a half and on May 5th (yes, Cinco de Mayo) he officially asked me if I would be his girlfriend. It was so cute, I almost cried.
So we dated for about two years. It was going okay until the end of that second year and I could tell something just wasn’t right. To sum it up, Kevin was feeling like things were moving too fast and he wanted to take a break and so we broke up in the beginning of July 2007. I was devastated, to say the least. It took me quite a while to get done with being depressed and feeling sorry for myself, and eventually I joined a gym, got in great shape and made some new, good friends. Looking back on that now, we are both so glad we did that because we were able to focus on ourselves and do what we needed to do before we really got serious.
We ended up getting back together on March 8, 2008. Almost exactly three years after we first met. Isn’t it amazing how things come full-circle like that and how God works? I sure think it is! So we got back together in March, in May Kevin started talking about how when he graduates he’d like us to live together. Now, most people would think this was crazy of me to even consider since he broke up with me and we had just gotten back together, but I just knew in my heart that it was right. So of course I said I’d be up for it. Not long after that he started interviewing for a job and the first week of June he landed the job and quickly found out that he’d have to graduate, have all his family in town, move out of his house and into my condo and then leave for Chicago to train for his new job for two months. Talk about stressful! But we made it work.
Kevin got back from Chicago in August of 2008, we had found an apartment in Walnut Creek and we lived there for about nine months until we couldn’t take it anymore. It was on the top floor, and it was just too small for us. We found the house that we’re renting now and we LOVE it. It’s super spacious, Kahlua has a backyard to run around in and it’s made things much less stressful.
Why I love Kevo? For the following reasons:
1. He puts up with my whining on a daily basis, and never throws it back in my face. He probably just tunes me out the whole time, but he doesn’t ever let on ;)
2. He has never once lost his temper with me. He is literally the most patient person I have ever met. I on the other hand am the most impatient person I know.
3. He adores my dog almost as much as he adores me. The two of them together is pretty hysterical. The only way to sum up the dog’s and Kevin’s relationship is that he refers to her as his “daughter.” Ya…
4. He cleans up after himself. Granted, he tends to not put the clothes inside the hamper, but rather, on top of it, and he does leave his shoes in the living room all the time, but for the most part he’s a clean guy. He cleans the kitchen, he doesn’t leave pee around the toilets, and he wipes the counters down in the bathroom (that took some training though ;)).
5. I LOVE his family.
6. He LOVES my family.
7. He always makes me laugh. Kevin is very quick-whitted and comes up with pretty funny comebacks all the time. It definitely brightens my day.
8. He appreciates my honesty. He is well aware that I want to get married and have kids, sooner rather than later. He’s even told me he’s grateful that I’ve made it abundantly clear to him, otherwise it would probably take him a lot longer to get the ball rolling. In his words “guys just don’t get stuff like that!”
9. He takes care of me.
10. He tells me he loves me at least once a day.
Okay, I’m done with the mushy stuff for now. But I just wanted to shed a little light on our history and how truly blessed I feel that God brought us together, not once, but twice. Kevin keeps me sane, and reminds me that things really aren’t as dramatic as I think they are. He’s my rock, and I hope he’ll propose to me soon so we can get on with spending the rest of our lives together. LOL! But seriously, I appreciate him, and love him, more and more each day.
The costume I made by hand for Halloween one year. It was his favorite :)
The day we got back together :)
Me visiting Kevin while he was in Chicago for training.
The night of Kevin’s graduation (he doesn’t really look like himself here, but I like this picture of me so I’m posting it!)


