Yes, it happens to be mine. Narcissistic, much?
One year ago today, Eric sent an email that would change both our lives.
On Nov. 23, 2009, Eric ran a Google search for music in Orange County. He stumbled upon my now-defunct personal blog and found a recent post on a Hanson concert I had attended. Don’t judge.
When he realized I lived in the area, he emailed me, said he liked my blog, told me a little bit about himself, and suggested we could meet up for coffee one day. He even included a disclaimer: “Strictly as friends, I’m not really interested in anything more right now.”
I had just broken up with my boyfriend a few weeks prior, and was set on enjoying my new found single-dom, but I figured this guy might have some cute guy friends he could introduce me to. (I found out later that Eric had also broken up with his girlfriend a few weeks before as well, so we were both newly single).
After a few emails back and forth over about two to three weeks, we finally met up for coffee. He was easy to talk to, but it wasn’t like I felt a “spark” or anything. I was still hoping he might have some cute guy friends…
Over the next few weeks, we continued to hang out as friends, and my interest slowly started to peak. Then the holidays came and we each had obligations. About a week after New Year’s, we were finally able to meet up again–and by this point, I was really excited to see him. The following week, we went on our first official date (he took me out to sushi) and the rest, as they say, is history.
Well, not quite. I guess you could say our courtship wasn’t your average cup of joe.
Three weeks after that first official date, I told my mom this was the guy I was going to marry. You know all those cliches people say that you absolutely hate? The worst one being “You’ll know when you know”? Well, I hate to say it, but in my case, it was absolutely true. I just knew.
Still–I had NO CLUE that we would be married less than three months later.
Basically, he met my family, the “I love you’s” happened, and then we were trying to figure out what we would do when he left for the Air Force in the fall. Should we break up? Should we try long distance? Talk of marriage arose…and we toyed around with a couple of ideas..all of them two to four years down the line. A week later, we went on a pub crawl, decided “let’s just get married now,” and a month later, we were married.
If you had told me on Nov. 23, 2009 that in a year, I would be married, I would have laughed in your face and committed you to an insane asylum. I never ever would have expected my life to be like this by now, but it is so much better than I ever could have expected.
While it all happened incredibly fast, it didn’t feel like we were rushing anything. I guess because we started out as friends first, there was no pressure whatsoever to show our “best” side–as we often do on first dates–and instead we just showed our raw real selves. Everything was effortless…it just flowed.
And for all those single people out there who keep asking when is it going to be your turn (I was sooo there!), our “how we met” story is proof that love finds you when you least expect it–and in the most surprising of places…who knows, maybe your prince charming is reading your blog right now?
Ok–let me hear your best how-we-met stories!