When I was 25 I was living in Paris for grad school. One of my friends in the program had done her junior year abroad in France a couple of years earlier and knew DH (I'll call him P) from there. She was dating one one P's friends, and one of HER friends apparently had a huge crush on P.<br><br>
So, one weekend in February , the girl who had the crush on P came to visit my friend, and with the hopes of hooking up with P. The same weekend, one of my old school friends came to visit me. We decided we would all meet up with P and one of his friends at a local bar. I had never met him before but my friend and the girl with the crush described him as very nice but weird.<br><br>
At the bar I was mainly talking to my old friend as I had not seen him in a while. I didn't pay attention to P at all, since I knew the other girl was interested in him, and in any case I had a boyfriend back home in the US (more on that in a bit). At the end of the night when we were all kissing each other on the cheeks and saying goodbye, I noticed that P's kiss on my cheeks seemed just a bit "friendlier" than normal and when I said "see you soon" he said "yes, VERY soon". Apparently he had been trying to flirt with me all evening but I hadn't noticed!<br><br>
After that I kept hearing from his friends that he really liked me and I should call him. I kept saying I wasn't interested. I had been with my bf back home for almost 9 years and we were planning on geting married once I returned from Paris. That said, we did have an agreement that we could see other people while I was in France, but I really was not interested in or attracted to P at all.<br><br>
A few weeks later I ran into P as I was walking through the Luxembourg Gardens. We ended up talking for a couple of hours, and I realized what a nice guy he was. There was still no attraction towards him though. He invited me to dinner a few nights later and I accepted. We talked and talked and I ended up missing the metro home and so spent the night - in his bed but nothing happened, honest! I really enjoyed his company and I also could tell that I could trust him.<br><br>
Thereafter we spent almost every day together. Walking around Paris, drinking wine by the Seine, talking on the phone, just hanging out. I spent the night at his place several nights a week but there was still nothing more than friendship between us.<br><br>
Then after about three months I realized that I was falling in love with him. I was so confused, as I still had my bf back home. They were so different from each other and I loved them both.<br><br>
P and I did end up getting together, with the understanding that once I had finished my master's program I was gong back to the US and back to my BF. So, a couple of months later I found myself saying goodbye to P and heading back to Texas.<br><br>
To make a long, long story short - 6 weeks later I was back in Paris, living with P. 3 months after that I found out I was pregnant, then 7 months later we were married. This summer we will celebrate our 9th wedding anniversary.