I met hubby at church in a December. We became friends quickly. I wanted him to ask me on a date, the first time I met him. He finally asked me on a date on February 28th. We went out for dinner (one of the first times I wasn't expected to pay for my food -- wow! lol), saw a movie (The Muppet Movie -- which tells how long ago this was lol), played some air hockey, and then he took me home.
In the car, for the next two hours, he told me his life story, right down to his ex wife and two kids, right down to all he did wrong most of his life, (although I still think many of the things he thinks he did wrong weren't wrong.) He also told me he was looking for a wife because he was the type to need a wife. And then I spent the next hour telling him my life story, also bringing up all my failures. He walked me to my door and gave me a single kiss that was so good, I could feel it to my toes.
It was 1 AM, but I called Dad to tell him I just met the guy I would marry. (Dad didn't believe me. What's up with that? lol)
I did not clean my apartment before he came over, since I wanted him to know I'm no housekeeper. I told him, just in case he didn't catch the hints. lol He asked me nicely to clean the cat box more often. I did. After sneezing because of one of my cats, he did give me one ultimatum -- either that one cat (there were two) goes or he couldn't keep seeing me. We sat quietly for 15 minutes while I thought over that one. He waited patiently. (I had tissues. lol)
On March 5th, I told him I loved him. (I had dated before. He was the first guy I ever loved. I never told any other guy I loved him, except for Dad and maybe my brothers.) He thanked me.
On March 7th, he told me he loved me. (He thought that one over longer than I thought about the cat or him. lol)
By mid March, we were talking over what we would need for our new apartment together when we got married, when I stopped in mid sentence. Then I asked him how long it had been since we started talking about marriage. He told me a week. Then I had to ask him if he ever asked me. He told me I brought it up already, he went home, thought about it, and decided it was a good idea.
I caught a flu before going grocery shopping, didn't have a car, and really felt like I needed ginger ale and chicken soup to get better, so I called a friend who lived half an hour away to see if she knew anyone who would get me those things. (The grocery store was too much of a walk to take with that big of a flu.) She called her brother-in-law (who she was trying to get me to date, and then marry. I didn't get that until I saw her reaction and then she told me, when I told her I was engaged to future hubby. lol But her BIL and I were good friends, and he was best friends with future-hubby.) BIL was busy, so he called future-hubby. Future-hubby dropped everything, brought over more than I asked for, and then told me it hurt that I didn't call him. Our next couple of dates were me hacking up a lung while we watched movies on my little black and white 9 inch TV.
Long-haired cat had a new home, the one he could deal with laid on my lap. (We had that cat for 12 years, but hubby could take that level of allergies for me. He ended up being my cat's best friends, since there was no way that cat was ever going to get fresh seafood from my salary. lol)
We married that October. Had we done it right -- biblically -- we should have married by April, but my oldest brother was engaged for a year before I ever met hubby, so it seemed fair he should marry before me. (He did. Two weeks before us.)
Sometimes it doesn't take long to figure out if he's the one. Perfect honesty from the start avoids any surprises along the way. (He still knows I'm a lousy housekeeper. lol I appreciate that doesn't bother him.)
