Sunday, January 1, 2012

We Met on Match.com

I am always intrigued and inspired by how people met their significant other. I thought it would be unfair if I asked you to tell me how you met your husband, boyfriend, wife or girlfriend without me sharing my own personal story. I think it is these kinds of stories that give people hope that they too will meet ‘the one.” Please comment and let me know how you met. Just reply back with your first names, ages, and where you are from. The rest of the story is up to you!

Here is my story….

I had just arrived back from a four day trip to Tempe Arizona where I had witnessed the Ohio Sate buckeyes defeat Miami for the 2002 National Championships in triple overtime. My girlfriend and I went with a group of tailgating friends as a once in a lifetime experience. After four long days of fun in the sun and screaming my Buckeyes to victory, I came home feeling like I had just been run over by a Mack truck. I was exhausted and when I tried to talk all that would come out was a faint whisper and a few high pitched squeaks. I had laryngitis for the first time in my life.

When I arrived at Columbus International Airport the guy I had recently started dating was waiting to pick me up. His name was Greg and I was glad to see him. It was early January and he was wearing his black leather jacket. Greg was the tallest man I have ever dated and he looked handsome at 6’5” tall with short salt and pepper hair and a closely shaved goatee. He was only 35 years old, but the hair color had come early in his life. I thought it made him look even more handsome and it suited his tall frame well.

As I approached Greg, I tried to greet him verbally but the laryngitis had the best of me, so he had to settle for a big hug and a sheepish smile. I know I looked like crap. I had been on an overnight flight from Tempe to Columbus. I wasn’t feeling well and who looks great after sleeping on a plane for five hours! I thought to myself, ‘we’ve only been dating for a few months and he is seeing me at my absolute worst. I wonder what’s going through his head right now.’ I was too tired to think about it much though, so we headed down to baggage claim and then to the car for the ride home.

Greg picked me up in my VW Jetta. I had asked him to keep it while I was away. Before I left for the trip, my car was a mess. I have two daughters and they tend to leave McDonalds wrappers and empty water bottles lying around everywhere. As I opened the passenger door to get inside, to my surprise, Greg had completely detailed my car inside and out. It was cleaner than it had ever been – it must have taken him hours to clean out all the crumbs, softball dirt, and Capri-Sun packages. I was ecstatic that he had taken the time to do this for me.

Since I wasn’t feeling very well, he suggested that we go back to his place and I could take a shower and lie down for a while. I agreed that it was a good idea. Once back at Greg’s place, I hopped in the shower. Once I was all cleaned up, I came downstairs and lied down on the couch. Greg got me a pillow and covered me up with a blanket and turned on the TV. He asked me if I would like some hot tea. I wasn’t much of a tea drinker but I liked that someone else was taking care of me as I hadn’t had anyone do that for me in a long while. So, I lay on the couch watching TV and dozed off for a little while.

When I awoke, a hot cup of chamomile tea with honey was sitting on the coffee table for me. Greg had waited until he saw me starting to wake up before he brought my tea. That cup of tea was the best I’ve ever tasted. It was sweet, warm and made me feel good inside. It was like a little cup of happiness. From the first moment I saw Greg at the airport, I felt a glimmer of hope from someone I had just met two months earlier. Hope that there were still good guys out there if you took the time to look around. Don’t ever give up; you never know what might be waiting around the corner for you. It might be your cup of chamomile tea. That was eight years ago and that guy is now my husband.








1 comment:

fariha said...

your story is so sweet and inspiring!

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