Ask, and you shall know, part 2

Part 1 is here.

Special thanks to Hilary of SwopeFiles for asking this question on delurking day.

How did you and Marc meet? How did he propose? What would you do differently if you could re-do your wedding (not that there has to be anything!) Am just curious.

Yeah... I guess I never really covered that issue. Also, I started this blog after I met him, so it never seemed to come up. 

Well, I met Marc, my husband, on JDate. Do you think they would advertise on my blog if I wrote more stories of how perfectly we are Cough*matched*Cough?  Yeah, so that's the story really.  And actually, we are pretty well matched, mostly.  Wow! Do I feel geeky?  Here I am writing ON MY BLOG about how I met my husband ONLINE. At least it wasn't on Twitter or in a chat room called LonelyBoyz4U. 

The short of it is this: I wasn't really looking to meet someone specifically, it was more of a testing the waters kind of thing as I had just ended a super long seven year relationship and had not really dated since like, middle school.  I didn't have a picture posted and I decided to do a search on guys who didn't have a picture listed and I know now that Marc had taken his down to change it to something more recent.  So, I found him based solely on his profile and all that I can remember is the single phrase buried in all that self-indulgent crap we all put in those bios where we need to make ourselves out to be the person we want to be, not necessarily the person we are ...  I like family and baseball.  He also lied about his height.  But that is another posting entirely.

The real kicker is that even before I met him I had this feeling that I was going to marry him.  And I am not the typical fantasy dreamer type. 

And, the cutesy little romantic meant-to-be factoid is that he lived directly across the street from me.  It was a big street -- Rockville Pike -- to be exact. And it's not like I would have wandered over to that side of the tracks, as they say, without reason.  I lived in the high rises at Grosvenor and he lived in the Avalon apartments next to the Metro station.  I could see his parking garage from my balcony.   

We emailed for a few weeks, talked on the phone three times and then met on a Tuesday (April 5, 2005) and "watched American Idol". 

*NOTE*
This little reminscent piece of my life was written in its entirety while I sat across the room from my dear sweet soul mate, on a completely separate piece of furniture while he slept, loudly, and didn't speak to me all night. And it isn't that late.
So, next time I ask for questions, ask me what really changes when you get married!

*NOTE*
I love you Marc!

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Proposal and wedding answers in another posting.  I'm wordy. Verbose. Long winded. Apparently, another unbalance.

Comments

[Christine]

I love that story, especially the fact that you two lived "across the street" from each other.

My current boyfriend and I met through an online dating site as well (OKCupid), and we are really well matched in that our personalities are very similar in a lot of ways. Oh, and we met when I really wasn't looking for anyone either, and in fact was about to swear off online dating forever.