FutureMrs.Lestician87
10-19-2009, 04:09 PM
The story of how FH and I met isn't truly extraordinary but I've always thought it was kind of interesting.
Before I even knew he existed,my dad started working for FH's dad selling the electrical box that FH's dad invented.At the time,I was still with my ex boyfriend of almost a year.My dad didn't know I was dating my boyfriend at the time.He was convinced that we were just friends hanging out.
So,my mom was driving me to work one morning when out of nowhere she said,"Oh,when you come home tonight,there might be some guy sleeping on the couch.He's dad's boss's son."I wouldn't really think anything of it because our old neighbor would come over practically whenever he wanted and sleep on our couch.Plus I knew my parents wouldn't just let a complete stranger into the house.
I would go on with my day at work and afterwards,I would always go and hang out with my boyfriend at the time.Let's call him "Joey".He would usually drop me back home around 11:30 and whenever Dave (my FH) would stay over,he and my parents never got home until after me so I never got a chance to actually talk to him.The only chance I really even got to see him was in the mornings when my mom would be taking me to work and he'd be sleeping on the couch.
Around mid to late april,I came home and walked through the door after a night of hanging out with "Joey".I started to walk into the living room and saw the guy that I always saw sleeping on the couch.My mom introduced us and while I was talking to my mom,out of the corner of my eye, I saw him looking at me smiling.Two days later,my mom called me while I was at school and told me to be home earlier that night because my dad was going to be bringing Dave home and apparently,he was bringing me flowers.I didn't think anything of it because why would a guy I just met bring me flowers?I said that I would be home earlier even though I really didn't want to be.After school that day,I hung out with "Joey" and then headed home a couple hours later.
When I got home,my dad and Dave weren't there yet so I went upstairs and hung out in my room.They got home a short time later and I walked downstairs and saw Dave holding a box of a dozen long stemmed red roses for me.I smiled,thanked him,and accepted them and then hung out talking with him and my parents for a while.Even though I had just met him,I felt a connection to him (as corny as that sounds).
My dilemma at the time was do I give Dave a chance or do I forget about Dave,just stay friends and continue being engaged to "Joey".
The next night,I hung out with "Joey" again and told him how Dave had given me flowers.He saw how upset I was and gave me a few days to make my decision.It didn't take me long to decide."Joey" on one hand didn't have a job,he didn't know what he wanted to do with his life,his parents hated me,and I felt like I was constantly supporting him.Dave on the other hand had a job,he had money,and I knew I wouldn't feel like I was supporting him.Plus with Dave,I was able to bring him around my parents.
So,I chose Dave over "Joey" and haven't looked back since.
Almost four months ago,the day that I moved in with Dave,he got down on one knee and asked me to marry him.I of course said yes and I've been happy ever since.:hearts::hearts::luxlove:
Sorry if this is a little long but I needed to tell it. :yesnod:
Before I even knew he existed,my dad started working for FH's dad selling the electrical box that FH's dad invented.At the time,I was still with my ex boyfriend of almost a year.My dad didn't know I was dating my boyfriend at the time.He was convinced that we were just friends hanging out.
So,my mom was driving me to work one morning when out of nowhere she said,"Oh,when you come home tonight,there might be some guy sleeping on the couch.He's dad's boss's son."I wouldn't really think anything of it because our old neighbor would come over practically whenever he wanted and sleep on our couch.Plus I knew my parents wouldn't just let a complete stranger into the house.
I would go on with my day at work and afterwards,I would always go and hang out with my boyfriend at the time.Let's call him "Joey".He would usually drop me back home around 11:30 and whenever Dave (my FH) would stay over,he and my parents never got home until after me so I never got a chance to actually talk to him.The only chance I really even got to see him was in the mornings when my mom would be taking me to work and he'd be sleeping on the couch.
Around mid to late april,I came home and walked through the door after a night of hanging out with "Joey".I started to walk into the living room and saw the guy that I always saw sleeping on the couch.My mom introduced us and while I was talking to my mom,out of the corner of my eye, I saw him looking at me smiling.Two days later,my mom called me while I was at school and told me to be home earlier that night because my dad was going to be bringing Dave home and apparently,he was bringing me flowers.I didn't think anything of it because why would a guy I just met bring me flowers?I said that I would be home earlier even though I really didn't want to be.After school that day,I hung out with "Joey" and then headed home a couple hours later.
When I got home,my dad and Dave weren't there yet so I went upstairs and hung out in my room.They got home a short time later and I walked downstairs and saw Dave holding a box of a dozen long stemmed red roses for me.I smiled,thanked him,and accepted them and then hung out talking with him and my parents for a while.Even though I had just met him,I felt a connection to him (as corny as that sounds).
My dilemma at the time was do I give Dave a chance or do I forget about Dave,just stay friends and continue being engaged to "Joey".
The next night,I hung out with "Joey" again and told him how Dave had given me flowers.He saw how upset I was and gave me a few days to make my decision.It didn't take me long to decide."Joey" on one hand didn't have a job,he didn't know what he wanted to do with his life,his parents hated me,and I felt like I was constantly supporting him.Dave on the other hand had a job,he had money,and I knew I wouldn't feel like I was supporting him.Plus with Dave,I was able to bring him around my parents.
So,I chose Dave over "Joey" and haven't looked back since.
Almost four months ago,the day that I moved in with Dave,he got down on one knee and asked me to marry him.I of course said yes and I've been happy ever since.:hearts::hearts::luxlove:
Sorry if this is a little long but I needed to tell it. :yesnod: