After all, the story of how I met E seems like it was torn straight from the pages of a romantic comedy.
I was burnt out on life, love and career and starting to feel really lonely. I had been on one too many disastrous dates when I called it quits. I refused to continue my dating efforts.
Then I became really sad and lonely.
Surely there is a perfect man out there for me...right? Just how high were my expectations anyway?
So I did what any Type A planner would do, I made a list. A list of every single quality I wanted in my perfect man. From the tiniest to the most absurd. I just threw it all on there.
I folded up the list and lost it (really kicking myself about that now). It went something like this...
I had created the perfect mental image of Mr. Right with which to meditate on. And meditate I did. I completely reprogrammed my view on life, love and career. That's a whole other blog post my friends. Stay tuned for that little life nugget.
Then something magically serendipitous happened. I met him. In a bar. Yep, the one place I swore I would never meet a decent guy.
He walked over with a smile and bought me a drink. But there was something different about this guy. He actually introduced himself to me first. He seemed genuinely interested in getting to know me.
What followed was a week of almost-didn't-happen dates during what was left of his business trip. Oh did I forget to mention he is English and lives in England? Yeah that little detail.
Somehow despite all the odds never in our favor, the universe seemed to bring us back together with the ease of two magnets.
Through a year of long distance dating.
Some arguments (mostly fueled by my insecurities).
A challenging visa application.
The ending of a career.
A detainment at Heathrow Immigration.
An international move.
The frustration of teaching an American to drive on the 'wrong side of the road' (sorry E!).
And the complete unknown.
We still ended up together and more in love than ever. So we did the sensible thing; got married and had two honeymoons, (Mauritius and South Africa) because, well, why not?
Then came the arduous process of the American green card. And the even more daunting task of parenthood (which we are still fumbling our way through). I wake up every morning bursting with gratitude that the man of my dreams is lying next to me.
So don't believe them when they tell you you're a 'hopeless romantic'. You're a hopeful romantic.
How did you meet your perfect match? Not met him/her yet...have you made a list?
Linked up with the lovely Amber Grey for her Grateful Heart Monday, ya dig?