Today is our 9 year dating anniversary. Nine years ago, I drove up to J's house (well, his parents' house) and picked him up for our first official date.
That's right. I'm cool like that. I also like an easy exit in case things don't go well.
I rang the doorbell and his entire family greeted me at the door. Mom, Dad, Sister and Brother. Talk about intimidating!!
Even though I drove, J picked the restaurant which ended up being one of my least favourite places. Go figure. (And no, I've never let him forget that!)
We spent three hours getting to know one another (and only 15 of those minutes were spent watching J doing what I thought was flirting with the waitress**). I thought he was funny, easy-going and pretty cute as well. Terrible taste in restaurants, but everything else was looking good ;-)
I'm not going to say I *knew* he was the one that night. I don't think I was thinking that far down the road. I did know that he was special and that this probably was going to turn into something.
Ended up turning into something awesome!
We might be older now with a few
So happy anniversary to my handsome husband!
** After nine years, I can say with certainty that he was not flirting with the waitress - he is chatty with everyone!