I was tagged by Miss Queen Bee for this lovely Valentine's Day tag. She wanted to know how a few of her married blog friends met and fell in love with their husbands.
B and I both moved to Chicago in 2001 after we graduated from college (we did not know each other). That Christmas I met a few of his friends at a party, one of whom asked around, got my number, and then called to ask me on a date. We went on one date and then his birthday was coming up so my roommate and I went to a group dinner to celebrate J's birthday. B ended up being there with a few other friends and throughout the night all of us discovered how many mutual friends we had and how much all of us had in common. Turns out B's aunt and uncle have a condo 1.5 miles from my grandmother's house (up north) and we B, his cousin, my roomie and I all spent 3 summers up north in college at the same time and never met. This is highly weird as the town is SOOOO small and we all go to the same bars, plus one of my good friends knew and was friends with B's girl cousin. It also turned out that we were all going up north in a few weeks to go skiing for President's weekend. So J and I date casually for a few months but it slowly fizzles out and he moves back home. B and I became great friends and our two groups of friends all settled into a wonderful group. We all hung out ALL the time. On NYE 2002 (into 2003) some of the group came over for dinner at our apt prior to heading out to one of the bars. We all had a wonderful time. That night both sets of our friends got mad at us individually (and unbeknownst to us) about the fact that we weren't dating and we really should be.
Two weeks later he called to ask me out on a date. Can I tell you ladies that he called at 7:30 p.m. and wanted to know if I wanted to "grab dinner"? I was walking home from work, in scrubs, no make-up, hair in a pony. I said no (as kindly as possible) and told him I was tired. I didn't even realize that he was actually asking me on a date. I thought he truly just wanted to eat. My friend, Katie, spent the next 20 minutes yelling at me telling me that of course he was asking me out and he'd never call again. So, the next week when he called, I accepted and we went to a little neighborhood pub. It was such an easy date b/c we had known each other for so long and were already such good friends. We do state that our "official" anniversary was the weekend of Valentines/Presdient's day weekend when a bunch of our group again went up north to go skiing. We were inseperable that weekend and pretty much from there on out.
I did leave Chicago that August for one year as I traveled as a RN. I lived in Atlanta for 4 months, Denver (LOVE) for 4 months, and LA (can you even imagine me there??) for three. We maintained a very healthy, happy long distance relationship and truly treasured every moment we spent together when he would come visit or I would go back to Chicago. We had a few of our "best dates" while we were apart as we would plan such fun things when he came to visit. B also moved to OK for work for a year (wayyyy long story), so we spent a lot of time apart then too (including a two month break up which was HORRID). After he moved back to Chicago we moved in together and the rest is history!
He proposed in April of 07 with the ring around the base of a champagne glass, and we were married in August of 08. I can not imagine my life without him and I am convinced that God knew exactly what I needed and created him. Seriously, we just fit together. I am the luckiest woman to be married to him. I really don't have any doubts that our marriage will last until we are old and grey. He is the one thing in my life that I am more sure of than anything.
Okay, long and sappy, but oh so true is over!!!
I'd love to hear a few other bloggers love stories so get going ladies!!
Thanks, QBS for the tag!!!