Once upon a time there was a gal who played around on dating websites.
She wrote blog posts about disastrous encounters and humorous “I-cant-believe-a-guy-would-say-that-and-expect-a-date” messages.
Suddenly the posts stopped.
She found out that while it’s easy to write about the bad dates and poke fun at the ludicrous interactions, it’s much harder to write about dating from the standpoint of dating someone you might actually have a future with! (And even during the first month, the potential for a future was there.)
After a few brief exchanges via OKCupid, we met in person December 1 of 2015. [I was 30 minutes late to our first date because I couldn’t find my car keys, and I’ve stayed pretty much true to character since.]
We lived an hour and half apart, so our dates tended to be marathon all-day affairs.
The Mustard Museum
The Gift of a Couch
New Year’s Party
The first time he told me he loved me was on Valentine’s Day– Scared the CRAP out of me because I was NOT ready to take that step yet and didn’t think it was possible for him to be. [I was wrong]
Moving (Sometime late June we go sick of long distance dating, and I moved to his town… at this point, I had given up pretending I wasn’t planning to spend the rest of my life with him)
My Other Grandma’s passing
Somewhere in the middle of all of that, I went from having an amazing boyfriend
To having an amazing Fiancee
(There’s a ring in this pic ^_^ ^^^^^^^)
He proposed September 9, 2016.
And we married on December 31.
This is a small glimpse at the most fantastic day of my life so far ^_^