We get this question all the time..how did you guys meet? I'm from Massachusetts, he's from Ohio. Really, how did our lives cross-paths? Our story, as strange as it is, started as a joke (to me atleast) and took off when he said he wanted to show me a picture of his tattoo.
Last year, around this time, I was getting ready to move to a little town near Chapel Hill, NC. I wanted to "meet" some people before I even got down there. So, I googled (of course) free dating websites. There's no way I was going pay to meet people! A lot of weird creepy guys messaged me, sent me poetry and told me about some fun stuff to do around the area. I had no intentions of talking to these guys, I just wanted to find out about the local bar and music scene!
Then I got the message. It was titled "You Shocked Me."
I laughed. Outloud. And hard. It sounded like such a line to me, how many other girls got this same exact message. But I played along and started messaging him back. He told me to text him, so I used my AIM account...no way I'm giving this guy my phone number! I went out that night, forgot about him, and drank heavily.
The next day he sent me a message on the website asking if I got the picture he sent me, uh no. He said it was of his tattoo that he just got. I love tattoos! So I gave him my number and he sent me the picture. Ooh la la! I was hooked! We started texting ALL the time, playing the "ask me anything" game, and talked the entire time I was moving from Boston to NC. We had so much in common, and yet we were so different. I loved hearing his voice and finding out that his Mom lived so close to my new town...and he was about 2 hours away in Jacksonville. By the time I got to North Carolina we had a date planned!
I was so nervous to meet him. What if he didn't like me, cuz well...I'm nerdy. What if I didn't like him? This was almost too good to be true! Our first date was a-m-a-z-i-n-g. We went to a local lake and out to eat. Drank way too many Blue Moons. It was perfect.
My roommate hated him. Her reason? "He has a son and he's a Marine." Um...ok. But I was so hooked on him. We hung out every weekend. He drove TWO hours every weekend to see ME. He wore his uniform and gave me flowers. I was in love instantly.
We moved fast, but the only person that gave us a hard time was my roommate (I started staying out more, which made her more mad...apparently I moved to be her bitch? No thanks!) He proposed in October and we were married in March. My friends and family love him.
Someday I plan to send that great roommate a "thank you" letter. If it wasn't for her I wouldn't have moved to North Carolina and I wouldn't have met Danny. Just leads me to believe...everything really does happen for a reason.
