Everyday Love Stories: Girl meets Boy...

Like a snowflake each persons love story (or stories) are different. No one has the same one, it's one of the real beauties of listening to how people met, how they courted and fell in love.

This is what this section is for. I want people to tell their stories. The good, the bad, the wonderful and even the broken hearted ones. It's up to you what you want to tell if you want to share. 

But this is mine, a classic girl meets boy tale.

I had one boyfriend before I met my now husband, one who had taken my heart and my trust and not just stepped on it but smashed it and ripped it to shreds along with any confidence I had about myself. 

Then, much to my embarrassment, jumped on an online dating site on the advice of an aunt. It took a few weeks but I met a man. First a click to like, then he sent the questions. He went through every set of hurdles that this dating thing did. You know the Q and A's of would you rather or what would you do if.... I loved it. It was slow and sweet unlike almost every other guy on there who had ignored those Q and A's and just went straight into the let's meet up. It drove me mad, I didn't know them, I couldn't trust to meet some random. I needed time and this one was taking that time. Once the questions were done we wrote an email each every day, long things full of hopes and dreams and questions. Getting to know each other. The more we talked the more those butterflies would flutter. 

Then I took the plunge and asked to meet after weeks of talking. I was freaking out. I was nervous and hopeful and on the phone to one of my best friends as she and her mum tried to Facebook stalk my date (something I refused to do) but could not pull up anything on him or find him as they didn't know what he looked like. 

The next day I went on the date, a hug, a hi then those butterflies just kept blooming. Five hours of talking, walking and ignoring my phone had half my family thinking I was kidnapped because online dates meant serial killers to them despite the fact the date was in an extremely public place and never once was I technically alone with him. It took quite a lot of talking to get my family to calm down but eventually they did and it's always joked that he is more of a favourite than I am. 

I was falling already by the end of that date. A free fall that didn't scare me. He was smart and kind and a gentleman. A Mr Darcy come to life and I was just thrilled. Here was someone I could talk to, someone with interests that were the same as mine, passions that corresponded to mine. It was something I had never had before. He wasn't just courting, he was befriending and romanticising. It was perfect. 

I remember having such fun on all our dates, going to a pool hall, walking to Kangaroo Point, trying restaurants, introducing each other to friends and favourite things. It was exhilarating and fun and felt like roots were being grown for the future and it as. 

When we became "official" I squealed in delight having been sitting across my friend while having dinner while texting my now husband then official boyfriend. My best friend still laughs and rolls her eyes at the memory. I acted like some silly love sick girl but it was something I had never felt before. 

The first time we said I love you was in a dark little corner in a place that is still our favourite restaurant. Sneaky little blushes and smiles, pleased and happy memories those are. 

Then months later he proposed. But it wasn't a pivotal point. It wasn't a everything is going to change kind of moment, it was just a promise. A promise we had already been heading to and decided to announce to the world and it wasn't the start it was just another chapter of our story. 

And that's it, or at least that is all I am going to tell you because this love story is still going. 

So that's mine and I hope it made you smile at least..

Eros