Alright, I'm skipping a lot of details here, and a lot of guys, but since I did a major jump (as one reader pointed out), I'll quickly get you up to date.
I dated several more guys. A couple of them semi-seriously. I met one guy almost a year ago, and we talked a lot over text, phone, video messaging, but when we met, I thought he was a great big "nerd-bomber". Nice enough, fun, but weird and geeky. And not in a good way.
But we stayed friends, through me dating other guys, talked often (almost daily, but that wasn't unusualy for me and a lot of my guy friends that text.) As soon as the last boyfriend was out of the picture, he swooped back in. Offered to take me for a motorcycle ride. We had a great time, but I was not much more interested in him (more than friends) than I was at our first meeting. And yet... he was sweet and complimentary and we did enjoy talking...
The next time we met, we went to a park, since I had my kids. They played while we had coffee and talked. He gave the kids a quick ride on his Harley, then I loaded them up in the van and we parted ways... and he kissed me. My mom still remembers me sputtering and upset. "Friends do NOT kiss friends like that!"
As we started to spend more and more time together, I began to realize we just "fit." We worked well together, could compromise, had a very similar sense of humor, values, and my interest him him just started blooming, especially as we spent more and more time with all 6 kids together, Camping in Eastern Washington, going swimming, all kinds of activities. Before we knew it we were spending almost every day together. I couldn't remember who that nerd-bomber was anymore. (I still joke about him, though.)
He proposed at Lummi Island Memorial Day weekend, under the Blue Moon. (As in... once in a blue moon.) I sputtered and stuttered and said "too soon! too soon!" I told him I couldn't give him an answer yet, but that if he wanted me to, I would wear his ring as a promise ring. (It was beautiful, by the way. Perfect. Exactly me.)
Our relationship continued to grow and thrive, and well... all of a sudden I realized I really did love him. Depite myself. He makes me feel more loved and adored than anyone ever has in my life. He's great with my kids, he makes me laugh, he's a true "partner" that it's fun to spend each day with. So the day after Christmas...
Some friends and family and I (and others) performed a flash mob, at the coffee shop we first met at. It ended with me spinning around, sitting on his lap, and opening my coat to reveal a t-shirt that said "YES!"
So... I'm engaged! I'm getting married! To someone who LOVES me!
Aren't we cute? lol