I saw my FI one night (our junior year in college) when I was at a party at one of the apartment complexes where my friend lived. FI lived there too. The complex had a hot tub, and our party went down, and then FI’s very outgoing roommate convinced them to go down too.
I didn’t even see him get in, but at one point I looked across and saw him and I swear time just stopped. (Super cheesy, but it’s true!) I made it a point to go talk to him. Turns out, he had noticed me too! But he had thought I might be with the guy I had been talking too earlier (just a friend.)
Anyway, we started seeing each other. Now, at the time, I was still trying to get over a horrendous breakup. I had been devastated and was really struggling. Also, this was April-May of 2009, and I was heading for an entire semester abroad in the fall. We saw each other for a few weeks, and while I really liked him, I was feeling so uncertain. I had resigned myself to being alone for awhile, probably meeting someone sometime when I came back.
Two weeks or so after we met, he asked me out. I told him no, for the reasons I listed above. But I also told him that I did like him, and I’d like to keep seeing him if he wanted. And he did.
A month later, he had completely won me over. We were at a Gary Allen concert on the beach on May 29th, visiting some of his friends. He held me and sang along to the song “The One”. If you look up the lyrics, you could see why they were so perfect. The next day on the beach I looked at him laying next to me, and could hardly tear myself away from his hazel eyes. And then I was like “Sunnyday you moron!!! Don’t you dare let this one fade away! Don’t be so stupid and scared, just jump!” So I asked HIM out. And he said yes
So I guess to sum up, our initial interest was mutual, and then he persued me, and then I persued him.