It happened a little while ago actually; but now I am done with telling friends and family in the real world. It wasn't something that a lot of people ever expected of me; who have known me in more recent years, but haven't really had much interaction with me within the last 8-12 months or so. I didn't see marriage as significant. Rather the idea of spending the rest of my life with one person, and letting her into every aspect of my life, no longer having any possessions that weren't shared between us.
Sure I could have always opted for something less than that in a marriage relationship; but that is not what I would have ever wanted. Stephanie is some-one who I am very thrilled to have as a hugee part of my life; she's someone I love deeply in a romantic sense, but beyond that she is also the best friend I ever had - we can talk for hours about history, philosophy, videogames; go for insanely long walks; exercise together; there are few activities we don't enjoy doing together. I knew very veery early that this was something special; and it has been proven month after month after month.
The story started last summer; I was single, but dating fairly frequently. I met this waitress who I found very attractive; we exchanged numbers and email. About a month later or so we began talking online. Despite the age gap between us, we decided on slowly getting to know each other; and getting together. We discussed getting together for an early morning run down along the waterfront. This eventually turned into a date beginning with dinner, then the pub, and then down to the Yacht Club for dancing; they had a band I enjoyed playing there (specialize mostly in 80's covers, synth/rock music, they did some Michael Jackson which is unlike any band I have ever seen before. They also did some non-80's pop including Bitter Sweet Symphony by the Verve, and some stuff along the lines of Fatboy Slim). We knew we might not make it to the end of the night, shee had to work early in the morning the next day. So I called around to see what else was going on that evening, and at least I had some friends for backup - there was a party going on at one of my friend's girrlfriend's places.
So the day of the date, I am thinking "I kind of like this girl!" but I hadn't really had a real meeting with her in person before "maybe I should have a summer relationship with her" which was so unlike what my interests were at the time of just fun casual dating. So I am walking along the boardwalk on my lunch hour - looking at the shiny blue water on one side, the green healthyness of all the grass and plants on the other, the mild breeze, the almost clear sky - thinking about how perfect the day is, when I see a cute blonde walking by in a short skirt and white blouse; that quickly banished my thoughts of anything beyond casual dating; I felt a little guilty though, she looked about 16. 16 eventually becomes old enough though =P
The date begins. I meet her at her place, and she finishes getting ready and we head out. Dinner went very well. We went to the pub, and I remember having several glasses of vodka with just a squirt of lime (wasn't in the mood for beer or anything else fancy). As the night went on, she began to tire. We decided to set up another date at a later time. She said she enjoyed herself and looked forward to the next one. I called for a cab to take her home.
So I called up my friend and went to the party. His girlfriend lived not too far from the pub I was at; maybe a 7-10 minute stumble. When I get to the party I was a little surprised to see someone familiar. The cute blonde girl from the boardwalk earlier that day. Apparently she was friends with the host of the party and worked as a tour guide for the governor's house which is located just behind the boardwalk. I also learned that she had just graduated from High School. Aside from this weird coincidence, the last four digits my telephone number also matched the date on her drivers license. I was talking a lot about the date I was just on and how it went well, but I wasn't sure if it would go anywhere because we didn't even kiss - I got crap for that. I was also pimping out the band playing at the Yacht Club, but no one wanted to go since the movie Hot Fuzz was playing at the party... No one except the blonde girl; she loved 80's music... Of course, immediately like 3 other guys decide they want to go too. One of them was someone who the party hostess was trying to fix up with the Stephanie; which tured out to be the blonde girl's name. I didn't intend to go after her at least; it seemed impossible.
We get to the club, they take our money and we get in, she had an ID to get in. So, me, drunk as I am, go nuts on the dance floor; dancing with the women who were also at my stage - just having fun. I wondered why none of the other guys were dancing with Stephanie; well not really, they were all somewhat of the dorky type. Anyway, my mind was on the people I came with. Every time I looked over, I saw Stephanie, her eyes were always on me. So between songs, I decided to take the initiative - afterall, I thought she was the cutest one there. The next song happened to be a cheesy funny song, but I remember it - Jump! By Van Halen; during this song, I took Stephanie's hand, and we danced. The next song was Billie Jean, we danced through that one too. The other guys who came with us just stood and watched, never made any attempts to dance with any girls that whole night.
So after which, we leave the bar, and I tell Stephanie I'll walk her home, since she lived about 15 minutes or so further away than I did, in my direction. Of course, the other guys tagged along for a while, one of them for way too long until we just acted uninteresting and made him feel uncomfortable, and he left. When we got around my place, I asked her if she wanted to continue home or stop in for a glass of wine. She took the offer for the glass of wine. We went in, and she saw my bookshelf packed with history books. She then told me that she was going to be a history major! She seemed excited. We began talking over the wine, me at one side of the couch, her at the other, a pile of history books growing in the middle between us as I went over various funny stories or tidbits told within them; I was probably just making up shit as I went along, I recall telling stories of Megacles. The rrght moment just snuck up on us as quickly as it took for our eyes to meet, and we kissed, and we kissed, and we kissed, on top of the pile of history books.
I soon discovered that there wasn't much about my age group that she didn't know about, her oldest sibling is only a few months older than I am. She spent a few days with me, saying she was at a friend's house. We didn't sleep with each other at that point; while we managed to jump right into things like this, this was still her first time getting intimate with another. I was honest with her, and told her I had been with a lot; she was a bit taken back, but said it is to be expected.
Of course, the day after she left, someone told her lies about mee; saying that I played games of how many married women I could sleep with and that it was more than 10. Ridiculous things; this very very mucch upset her. She said she didn't want to see me again. I was completely honest with her; and told heer my experiences. We talked, and I told her that she was unlike any I had met before, that while we can never be certain of anything, that this seemed very special; reminded her of all the things we had in common, that we both obviously find each other attractive. The following weekend, she gave herself to me. We continued, our relationship, introduced our families (her's was notably upset at first, but liked me after meeting me. I get along with fathers very well, so I usually can charm over the parents =P; mine came in sections since my full sister lives here, but the rest are in Toronto. I still have a half sibling that I haven't introduced her to yet, but I barely know this half sibling anyway). It didn't take much time for us to be doing everything together - best friends and lovers. I had dated a girl who I considered a very close friend before, but never had I really felt this striking romantic attachment.
As the story goes, we knew we were going to get married probably by the fall of last year; there was little doubt. We just waited so everyone wouldn't think we're crazy. Getting engaged, it was something I wanted to do rather than something I felt was a necessary step in my life. I have not really talked much about my personal life on this forum in recent years; but well, here you go.
Sure I could have always opted for something less than that in a marriage relationship; but that is not what I would have ever wanted. Stephanie is some-one who I am very thrilled to have as a hugee part of my life; she's someone I love deeply in a romantic sense, but beyond that she is also the best friend I ever had - we can talk for hours about history, philosophy, videogames; go for insanely long walks; exercise together; there are few activities we don't enjoy doing together. I knew very veery early that this was something special; and it has been proven month after month after month.
The story started last summer; I was single, but dating fairly frequently. I met this waitress who I found very attractive; we exchanged numbers and email. About a month later or so we began talking online. Despite the age gap between us, we decided on slowly getting to know each other; and getting together. We discussed getting together for an early morning run down along the waterfront. This eventually turned into a date beginning with dinner, then the pub, and then down to the Yacht Club for dancing; they had a band I enjoyed playing there (specialize mostly in 80's covers, synth/rock music, they did some Michael Jackson which is unlike any band I have ever seen before. They also did some non-80's pop including Bitter Sweet Symphony by the Verve, and some stuff along the lines of Fatboy Slim). We knew we might not make it to the end of the night, shee had to work early in the morning the next day. So I called around to see what else was going on that evening, and at least I had some friends for backup - there was a party going on at one of my friend's girrlfriend's places.
So the day of the date, I am thinking "I kind of like this girl!" but I hadn't really had a real meeting with her in person before "maybe I should have a summer relationship with her" which was so unlike what my interests were at the time of just fun casual dating. So I am walking along the boardwalk on my lunch hour - looking at the shiny blue water on one side, the green healthyness of all the grass and plants on the other, the mild breeze, the almost clear sky - thinking about how perfect the day is, when I see a cute blonde walking by in a short skirt and white blouse; that quickly banished my thoughts of anything beyond casual dating; I felt a little guilty though, she looked about 16. 16 eventually becomes old enough though =P
The date begins. I meet her at her place, and she finishes getting ready and we head out. Dinner went very well. We went to the pub, and I remember having several glasses of vodka with just a squirt of lime (wasn't in the mood for beer or anything else fancy). As the night went on, she began to tire. We decided to set up another date at a later time. She said she enjoyed herself and looked forward to the next one. I called for a cab to take her home.
So I called up my friend and went to the party. His girlfriend lived not too far from the pub I was at; maybe a 7-10 minute stumble. When I get to the party I was a little surprised to see someone familiar. The cute blonde girl from the boardwalk earlier that day. Apparently she was friends with the host of the party and worked as a tour guide for the governor's house which is located just behind the boardwalk. I also learned that she had just graduated from High School. Aside from this weird coincidence, the last four digits my telephone number also matched the date on her drivers license. I was talking a lot about the date I was just on and how it went well, but I wasn't sure if it would go anywhere because we didn't even kiss - I got crap for that. I was also pimping out the band playing at the Yacht Club, but no one wanted to go since the movie Hot Fuzz was playing at the party... No one except the blonde girl; she loved 80's music... Of course, immediately like 3 other guys decide they want to go too. One of them was someone who the party hostess was trying to fix up with the Stephanie; which tured out to be the blonde girl's name. I didn't intend to go after her at least; it seemed impossible.
We get to the club, they take our money and we get in, she had an ID to get in. So, me, drunk as I am, go nuts on the dance floor; dancing with the women who were also at my stage - just having fun. I wondered why none of the other guys were dancing with Stephanie; well not really, they were all somewhat of the dorky type. Anyway, my mind was on the people I came with. Every time I looked over, I saw Stephanie, her eyes were always on me. So between songs, I decided to take the initiative - afterall, I thought she was the cutest one there. The next song happened to be a cheesy funny song, but I remember it - Jump! By Van Halen; during this song, I took Stephanie's hand, and we danced. The next song was Billie Jean, we danced through that one too. The other guys who came with us just stood and watched, never made any attempts to dance with any girls that whole night.
So after which, we leave the bar, and I tell Stephanie I'll walk her home, since she lived about 15 minutes or so further away than I did, in my direction. Of course, the other guys tagged along for a while, one of them for way too long until we just acted uninteresting and made him feel uncomfortable, and he left. When we got around my place, I asked her if she wanted to continue home or stop in for a glass of wine. She took the offer for the glass of wine. We went in, and she saw my bookshelf packed with history books. She then told me that she was going to be a history major! She seemed excited. We began talking over the wine, me at one side of the couch, her at the other, a pile of history books growing in the middle between us as I went over various funny stories or tidbits told within them; I was probably just making up shit as I went along, I recall telling stories of Megacles. The rrght moment just snuck up on us as quickly as it took for our eyes to meet, and we kissed, and we kissed, and we kissed, on top of the pile of history books.
I soon discovered that there wasn't much about my age group that she didn't know about, her oldest sibling is only a few months older than I am. She spent a few days with me, saying she was at a friend's house. We didn't sleep with each other at that point; while we managed to jump right into things like this, this was still her first time getting intimate with another. I was honest with her, and told her I had been with a lot; she was a bit taken back, but said it is to be expected.
Of course, the day after she left, someone told her lies about mee; saying that I played games of how many married women I could sleep with and that it was more than 10. Ridiculous things; this very very mucch upset her. She said she didn't want to see me again. I was completely honest with her; and told heer my experiences. We talked, and I told her that she was unlike any I had met before, that while we can never be certain of anything, that this seemed very special; reminded her of all the things we had in common, that we both obviously find each other attractive. The following weekend, she gave herself to me. We continued, our relationship, introduced our families (her's was notably upset at first, but liked me after meeting me. I get along with fathers very well, so I usually can charm over the parents =P; mine came in sections since my full sister lives here, but the rest are in Toronto. I still have a half sibling that I haven't introduced her to yet, but I barely know this half sibling anyway). It didn't take much time for us to be doing everything together - best friends and lovers. I had dated a girl who I considered a very close friend before, but never had I really felt this striking romantic attachment.
As the story goes, we knew we were going to get married probably by the fall of last year; there was little doubt. We just waited so everyone wouldn't think we're crazy. Getting engaged, it was something I wanted to do rather than something I felt was a necessary step in my life. I have not really talked much about my personal life on this forum in recent years; but well, here you go.
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