Sunday, February 12, 2006
The First Day of the Rest of My Life
Today is the fourth anniversary of my first date with my husband. Every February 12th for the last four years, I have been reminded of how lucky and thankful I am to have met such a wonderful person. That was one of the best days of my life.
We actually met for the first time the previous summer, at a beach outing that one of my co-workers organized. There were five of us there - the co-worker, her then boyfriend (now husband), a good friend of hers, and her boyfriend's best friend (my husband). We took a train from Boston to the north shore and spent the day. I was attracted to him immediately, but figured that nothing would come of it because he was fantastic - so of course he wouldn't be interested in me. I assumed that he might be interested in the other woman there. I didn't bother telling my co-worker what I thought of him in order to avoid any possibly embarrassing situations.
Several months later, I was discussing my lack of a social life with the same co-worker, and she asked if she could give this guy my email address. She said it was no big deal, but we were both fairly new to the area, and were looking to meet new people, so maybe we would want to hang out. When he emailed me in the next day or two and asked if I wanted to get together for a drink, I had no idea if we were going out on a date, or getting together as friends.
We met on a Tuesday night at Beer Works in Boston. I had grossly underestimated the time it would take to get downtown from my job in Newton, so I arrived about 45 minutes late. But he had waited and greeted me with a smile and a wave. Seeing him at the table reminded me of how handsome he was. I had to calm myself a little as I was walking over because now I was really hoping this would turn into a date. Our conversation was great. He was so kind and easy-going, and I was so comfortable with him. We talked about all sorts of things - our jobs, where we came from (Wisconsin for me, upstate New York for him), what brought us here, what we thought of Boston so far. There was very much a mutual curiosity about each other that kept us talking for hours over beer and calamari.
Around 1:00am I noticed that it was getting late and asked him how early he needed to be to work the next day. I didn't work until 10:00 so I would have time to sleep. It turned out that he needed to be up extremely early and would only get a few hours of sleep. I was really excited that he found me interesting enough to sacrifice sleep for. We walked together to the corner, but then were going in different directions. I was kind of hoping for a good night kiss, but he was very much the gentleman and wished me well as we parted ways. I was giddy like a school girl the entire way home and spent the next day at work trying to figure out what qualifies something as a date (versus a night out with a friend). I still get goose bumps when I think of that night.
Most people I talk to think it's completely ridiculous that I keep track of the smaller, non-traditional anniversaries. But how can I ignore dates that started me on the path that I wanted to be on? Absolutely everything was right about that night, and I knew right away that whether it was to be a romance or a friendship, I didn't want to mess it up. So happy first date anniversary, Husband.
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Nice story. I'm surprised Feb 12th was the first date though. I thought everybody knew you don't start dating 'til *after* Valentine's Day, that way you don't have to worry about all that crap right away.
Don't get angry if he didn't remember this "smaller, non-traditional anniversary." Guys aren't even supposed to remember the bigger ones. If he did remember this--well, that's ridiculous too!
Following your timeline, if I meet someone this week, there's a chance I'll be married with a kid by the time I'm 40 I guess?
Don't get angry if he didn't remember this "smaller, non-traditional anniversary." Guys aren't even supposed to remember the bigger ones. If he did remember this--well, that's ridiculous too!
Following your timeline, if I meet someone this week, there's a chance I'll be married with a kid by the time I'm 40 I guess?
He actually does/did remember the anniversary. Probably mostly because my attitude towards them has turned into one of our little jokes. Yea, I remember having no idea what to do that Valentine's Day - I think he had emailed me on the 13th to say he had a great time, we should go out again. Then we both avoided the 14th and made plans on the 15th for the weekend.
I also failed to mention that he was my third date (with three different people) in a four day span. I guess the odds were in my favor to find someone that week!
I'm telling you, all the women are in New England...I read several Austin women's blogs - and they're all married!
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I also failed to mention that he was my third date (with three different people) in a four day span. I guess the odds were in my favor to find someone that week!
I'm telling you, all the women are in New England...I read several Austin women's blogs - and they're all married!
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