- 3 years ago
- Wedding: December 2014
A little over a year ago my ex fiance and I broke off our engagement. We were wrong for each other right from the start but neither of us wanted to admit it because we didn’t know how. It got to the point where we finally realized that we couldn’t keep lying to each other and we couldn’t keep lying to ourselves so…we parted ways. Now, I thought that I would be much more devastated but I think that in the back of my mind I knew that it was the right move, so with my head held high I proceeded to focus on myself, my life, my education, my family, and my friends.
That same year (2012) I started to date again because I decided that I needed to see what was out there. I was tired of playing the games and I wanted to find something real, something with substance, something that would secure my future. One bad date after another had me feeling really down and I started thinking that maybe I was setting my standards to high or perhaps I was looking for someone way too specific. In reality though my only nonnegotiable must-have trait was that he, whoever he may turn out to be, would be Russian. The complete opposite of what I thought I wanted, but the fact of the matter is that I AM Russian and having a Russian significant other would make things just so much easier. He would be able to communicate with my family and fit in better with them and in terms of thinking ahead, HIS family would be able to communicate with my family as well. Family is VERY important to me and having someone who is Russian would put us on the same level in terms of mentality, communication, thought-process, language, and so on and so forth.
A few months down the line when I had decided to just give myself some breathing room and take a break from dating, my mom comes home from work and tells me about her co-worker who has a single younger brother. Is he Russian? CHECK! Is he older? CHECK! Not too much older? CHECK! (Six year difference which is perfect). So I decided to give it a shot and messaged him on Facebook. Three days went by without a response and I started getting worried, but then one evening out of the blue I get a text message from him and we set up a date to meet at a Hookah Lounge in between our two places. The first date as always was kind of awkward especially since he wanted to try and kiss me when we hugged goodbye but I totally dodged it. I don’t kiss on first dates. Ever. Thankfully though that didn’t phase him because he asked me on a second date the following night and we had a lovely time walking along the beach at night getting to know one another.
So where did all of this lead to?
On January 1, 2013 at exactly 12:00am while I was having an amazing New Years celebrating with his family we kissed and made everything official. I was his and he was mine and you know what….
I haven’t looked back ever since.