I lost due to a conspiratorial co-worker and a sham of a coffee date. :) In mild adherence to the terms, yet without being too "out there", I posted a profile on one of the multitude of free dating sites.. plentyoffish.com to be specific. A few weeks later, right before I was scheduled to leave for Canada for a three-week work trip, the Man messaged me. Thankfully, even though my internet connection was a bit fritzy, I got his note.
We planned our first date for the first night I was back home. I was exhausted after leaving early in the morning and being stuck in airports all day, having my luggage lost, and anxious to see if we had the chemistry in person that we had over the phone. Long story short-- we did.
We spent as much time together as we could over the three weeks I was scheduled to be home, before going back for another 3 weeks of Canadian goodness. Some of our first dates were a bit atypical to say the least: I met his best friend and family on one which included shootin' guns, a haunted hayride out in the middle of nowhere (with some very COLD water, very drunk teenagers, and a shouldn't-be-so-funny-but-it-still-is angry best friend), and some Mexican food with a vengeance. But our courtship had to go virtual again while I learned how to scrape ice from a rented PT Cruiser, discovered that when the weatherman says "snow" he means it, and indulged in the amazingness that is poutine (all while working and missing the Man back home.)
|the Man routinely discussed the need to boycott Canada during this trip..|
Granted, the move-in process was an experience.. especially considering he considers giant black trash bags as proper moving materials (and still does.. the argument continues..)
Shortly after our one-year anniversary of dating, we decided it was time to buy a house. The decision was pretty spur of the moment, but it felt right and we never looked back. A month later, we had found our dream home and were in a competitive bid over our nest. By November 2009, the nerdy nest was officially ours.
|on a snow day in 2010|
Apparently, she took good notes. The Man came in the next day and ordered my ring to be custom made (since I always want things that don't exist -- like an 8 ft tall waffle weave cotton shower curtain with satin nickel grommets-- or the perfect engagement ring.) Over the course of the next three weeks, I routinely made a fool of myself by joking about how long it would be, if ever, before we got married-- to family, friends, and my co-workers. Little did I know, his family and my Dad had to stifle a laugh as I told the tale of us one day walking down the aisle -- me in my walker and he with his Depends.