- 7 years ago
- Wedding: March 2011
How did you feel? Was it love at first sight… elementary school… blind date… online?
The first time I saw my Darling Husband, I was in the middle of an apartment parking lot, a door opened on the far side, across from where I was facing, about to get out of my car. This man stepped out and filled the entire doorway and I just sat there staring at him. He looked like he had just woken up and was in a hurry, because he had stopped in the doorway trying to pull his jeans out of his boots. And, I kid you not, he looked up and saw me staring at him like an idiot, and he smiled this sweet grin that just floored me. I had my hair in a bun and no makeup on… grrreaatt.
But wait, there’s more. Having been single for a few years, and struggling with serious anxiety, I refused to date. A friend suggested online dating, to just start talking with men again without the pressure of meeting anyone… which led to another friend who “knew someone, who knew someone” who was also trying the online dating scene. I agreed, at the very least, to give out my email address. I wound up emailing this man for the next year, with no specifics about where we lived, other than the names of the town, which were a few minutes apart. He was obviously intelligent, very funny, insightful and…. patient. I can’t tell you how many times I turned him down for coffee, dinner, a drink… bowling?
I ended-up moving the few minutes from my town to the same town he lived in, not by choice, but neccessity. I needed a roommate and my friend had an extra room. That simple. An extra room in an apartment complex, where I pulled into a parking space one day and a man opened the door.
So that’s how it began. And yes, I can still remember that his T-shirt was black, his jeans were worn out, and his boots were brown Doc Marten work boots (no laces). Ask him the same, and he says I was wearing a brown skirt (it was a green Old Navy maxi-dress). But oh well, I think he was in love with me already from my (thoughtfully written and witty) emails and he still doesn’t complain about the bun on my head.
So, what’s your love story?
(just want to be sure y’all caught the part where Mr. Sweet Grin in the doorway turned out to be Mr Amazing emails for the past year…. fate, anyone?)