“The second time we met, I knew almost at hello that I was going to marry Dave.”
It’s all about the timing. I met my husband through a mutual friend. I knew Leslie from our Nursery school days, while Dave met her at their University.
The first time we almost met was when our friend was planning her college graduation European backpacking trip. While I was hoping my roommates would plan a trip, I was also talking to Leslie about joining her college friends for their backpack adventure. As it turns out Dave would be on that trip and I wouldn’t be. In the end I traveled with my college girls and thank goodness I did. I am certain that Dave and I would not be married today had we backpacked together at that stage in our lives. But that’s another story.
The first time we actually met was at Leslie’s vacation rental in Cape Cod. We both showed up for weekend getaway. I was dating someone else that summer, as was Dave. Not good timing. I did however leave thinking what a great guy and understanding why Leslie thought he was awesome.
The second time we met, I knew almost at hello that I was going to marry Dave. It was yet another gathering hosted by our mutual friend. It was a night full of good stories and laughs. I am not sure at what point in the night I turned around saw Dave and said to myself “that’s him…that’s the guy I am going to marry. Now how am I going to tell him (but not!).” I didn’t tell him. I left the party that evening sad that I had missed an opportunity and commenced sulking. Oh the life of a 25 year old city girl. My sadness ended when I answered the phone at work that Monday and to my surprise Dave had found me…