I asked my hubby to marry me, not the other way around (I kind of got the idea that if I waited for him, I'd be waiting a looong time)! He foolishly said yes (buahhahaha) almost imediately, after a 3-5 second pause to make sure he heard me correctly. He says that he was tired of the whole game (change woman, chage rules, start over - with me it was one set of rules that he could live with) and wanted to know that someone would worry (other than his mom) that he was dead in a ditch somewhere if he was late coming home.<br><br>
Of course I am not the typical woman, I play RPG's (actually, I run games, the rare, ellusive fem GM), I can build a nuclear bomb in my appartment (all I need now is the plutonium) and think that Monty Python should be required for everyone as they are entering adolecence (otherwise, people don't develop a good sense of sarcasm and take things way too seriously).<br><br>
Oh and did I mention that I'm a breastfeeding, pro-choice feminazi? Yes I have taken my daughter to NOW rallies and bf her there, gotten a lot of shocked looks from other protesters, but who says you can't be a mom and still believe in choice? At least I wasn't the only one there with a kid (though I was the only bf there).
I've been asking myself this question for 13 years. It's one of those stupid-grin-plastered-face reasons that defies articulation I guess.<br><br>
Your inquiry is making me think harder about it. I think it has to be her heart. And that even sounds weird because I met her in a bar when I was in college... I was trying to get her sister to go out with me and then I met her and any thought of the sister went right out the door... she stopped my traffic cold, that first look, I was done-for.<br><br>
I didn't want to marry her though until a couple of years later. I just really felt her heart... she was so solid, so aware, so just... the coolest chick I ever met and still had zing to her even though I'd been going out with her for a couple of years. Every time I was with her it was exciting for some stupid inexplicable reason.<br><br>
I sound like an idiot, but there it is... she's the only person who has ever rendered this writer at a loss for words.
<b>Dh to Momto L&A here</b><br><br>
I married my wife because pretty much during one of our earliest conversations, I could tell she had the same values, morals and goals as I did and because she saw being a wife and mother as the most important and rewarding positions a woman could have. Additionally, all of the above was all wrapped up in a nice package!
This thread shall be more active <img alt="" class="inlineimg" src="http://www.mothering.com/discussions/images/smilies/orngbiggrin.gif" style="border:0px solid;" title="orange big grin">, I wish my dh suscribe here... will see. Mean while he said to me that it was because I'm so strong and can handle everything, among lots of romantic things but it's more interesting to hear it directly from the dads. Keep writing please!
well thats simple!! she's got the hottest bod, and does my laundry... HAHAHAH j/k i just HAD to make peoples eyebrows go up<img alt="" class="inlineimg" src="http://www.mothering.com/discussions/images/smilies/smile.gif" style="border:0px solid;" title="smile"><br>
but seriously, we both sort just "clicked" after the first 2 months or so. we both have addictive personalities(gaming ans such), saw eachother literally EVERYday until she went to UCONN)then i drove up every weekend), and NEVER got sick of eachother. i literally saw her as one of my best friends, and could confide in ANYthing to her. on our first date, she revealed something that really embarrassed her, but felt easy telling me about. i did the same, and almost 10 years later i love her more every morning i wake up.<br><br>
so in a nutshell, we both bonded on the first date, and thought we should spend our lives together.
This is hard to put into words. My wife and I just kinda clicked. We met at the Waffle House (she was a waitress). I know ******* dream, but she had all of her teeth and was damned good looking not to mention smart. We just seemed to click pretty well in the beginning and it grew into love. I don't know at what point I knew. Probably after we had lived together for a while and hadn't killed each other. She is also the only person who would put up with me for any length of time.<br><br>
i had known my wife a bit in college and dated casually, but nothing serious. Still, there was always something about her...<br><br>
we met again when we were both on the East Coast ( she s in New Haven and i was in Boston). Through a series of contacts, i managed to track her down, lol...one thing led to another.<br>
I knew right away when we hooked up the second time that she was the one. i had this sense of, ' here's someone I can grow old with, i can have grandkids with". there was a sense of permanence with her, that could only come from someone who could ignite the soul so thoroughly as she does.<br>
Why we've stayed together ? (14 years this May) ...she knows me so well - and decided to marry me anyway. Who can possibly turn down that kind of generosity?<br>
best and blessings,<br>
We were at a mall together and I went to get a drink of water from a drinking fountain. I used the left-handed handle on the shortest drinking fountain. I told her that I thought that was the safest thing to touch given the choices. Without batting an eye, she said shorter people are more likely to get head lice. I knew I'd met my mate.<br><br>
Actually the above did happen, but in all honesty, I met my dw at a wedding we both were in. Basically her best friend was marrying my best friend. We were introduced during the rehearsal and have been together ever since.<br><br>
I married her because she is the most wonderful person in the world and the best mom in the universe (my biased opinion of course). I also married her because she was just as excited about marrying me and wanted to have kids just as much as i did.<br><br>
Ha, MSD; that's good: she knows you well and loves you anyway.<br><br>
That's my short answer: Rose knows me so well. Better than anyone (sometimes better than I know myself). I could tell that she did the moment we met (sparks flew...).<br><br>
The short version of our story is that after spending our first day together we were separated for 2 weeks (she remained in NH while I returned to NJ, where we both lived). We spoke every day of those 2 weeks, sharing our stories and confirming our simpatico-ness.<br><br>
When she returned to NJ we hooked up and all hell (and heaven) broke loose. That was 20 years ago (wow).<br><br>
Dad to Gina (1976) and Autumn Rose (1993)<br>
Gramps to Angelina (2002)
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<table border="0" cellpadding="6" cellspacing="0" width="99%"><tr><td class="alt2" style="border:1px inset;"><i>Originally posted by oatmeal</i><br><b>Why did you marry her? How did you know she was the one?<br><br>
Be specific please. If you want to say "Because I love her" great, but why do you love her?<br><br>
Well, it all started in the summer of 1998 in Oklahoma City...<br><br><i>(Harp glissando plays and camera unfocuses on Sean, refocuses on younger Sean, standing alone in large unfurnished room)</i><br><br>
...when a crazy woman I had accidentally married done run off with her new boyfriend while I was at work. She took the furniture and car, and pretty much everything but the bills...<br><br><i>(Enter Mailman through open door, carrying large canvas mailbag with "BILLS" stenciled on it; sets bag on floor by Sean. Exit Mailman.)</i><br><br>
...and Old Blue.<br><br><i>(Enter fat, elderly Bassett Hound, urinates on mailbag, falls asleep.)</i><br><br>
I was low for a spell, but gradually, I come to realize it was all for the best. Sure, I was flat broke and alone, but I took inspiration from my newfound freedom to go try to earn beers by shooting pool at nearby taverns.<br><br><i>(Scene: bar. Old neon beer signs blinking and sparking. Pool table with dark stains on felt. Jukebox plays "Crazy.")</i><br><br>
And I wasn't always exactly alone all the time neither, if you take my meaning, as there was a considerable amount of amicable ladies in these very taverns. But I think, deep down, I was looking for a woman with the missing half of my soul. Or a car.<br><br>
That's when I met Phoebe. No wait, that's not when I met Phoebe. I met her in December. Nothing had changed much since the summer, though, except it got colder, and Old Blue was dead. I was working at the Oklahoma Press Association at the time, in a majestic two-storey office complex with furniture and everything, which I appreciated having a good job and someplace to sit besides the floor.<br><br><i>(Scene: office. Sean sits in chair, staring at computer.)</i><br><br>
One day, Annette, she was a secretary there, and a darn good one, she asks if I want to go to lunch with her. This was not an unusual request, as I had had lunch with her and other coworkers on previous occasions. But this time, she says, "And is it OK if my daughter Phoebe joins us?" I says, sure. I wouldn't have said no in any event, but I had seen Phoebe before (mostly from afar off), and she was notably good-looking. Annette warned me that her daughter was a vegetarian, which made me a little nervous, but I thought, "Hey, not <i>all</i> of them are annoying. Or so I've heard." Also, a philosophy major with the highest ACT score in Oklahoma history, but I thought maybe she was exaggerating. You know how mothers are.<br><br><i>(Scene: restaurant.)</i><br><br>
So, we meet Phoebe at a bar & grill. I couldn't help but notice right away in the parking lot, that Phoebe had a car. Once inside and seated, I couldn't help but notice that up close, she wasn't so much good-looking as gorgeous. I mean, hubba. I was starting to fall for her. And don't tell me it's superficial, judging her by her looks and all that, I only said I was <i>starting</i> to fall for her. I didn't say I was <i>finished</i> falling did I? I still had plenty of time to be deep and caring and stuff.<br><br>
In deference to Phoebe's vegetarinaism, I order a bacon double cheeseburger, and an MGD. Phoebe says not one annoying word about the cheeseburger, so she passed that test. And she smiles and asks me, "What's an 'M.G.D.'?" Friends, I was charmed. Could such innocent creatures really exist? Well, we talked and talked, and I suppose Annette must have been sitting there at the table the whole time, but my memory is just me talking to Phoebe, telling jokes, swapping banter, and gradually becoming more and more smitten. At times, as I talked to her, the whole world sort of half-vanished, except for her. Sometimes just her bright blue eyes. Other times, just her chest. What could this mean?<br><br>
Well, as lunch was winding down and the rest of the world started to emerge back into existence, someone (maybe it was Annette, who as I mentioned, was likely there all along) mentioned the upcoming office Christmas party, and would I be going, and did I need a ride. Phoebe says "Hey, I'll be your ride!"<br><br>
I had fallen in love.<br><br><i>(Harp glissando plays and camera unfocuses on younger Sean, refocuses on old Sean, sitting at computer in kitchen writing this post.)</i><br><br>
Phoebe and I were married just three months later. We've got three young-uns now, another on the way, and a car big enough to tote 'em around in. Got us a house with furniture, and pretty much every worldly thing a family needs. But you know sometimes, it still all sort of half-vanishes except for Phoebe's blue eyes.
Sean, that's a tough act to follow, so I won't even try.<br><br>
I had a good idea, from the moment I saw dw for the first time (literally across a smoke-filled room!) that I HAD to get to know her; once I got to know her, I HAD to stay with her. We "got" each other where no one else did.<br><br>
After she and I had started going together, I was bragging on her to one of my best pals, who hadn't met her bc he lived two hours away at the time, and he asked me, "so does she make you laugh, or does she make you think?" Quickly I replied, "both!"<br>
Realizing that pretty much sealed the deal, iykwim<img alt="" class="inlineimg" src="http://www.mothering.com/discussions/images/smilies/orngbiggrin.gif" style="border:0px solid;" title="orange big grin">
She lost a bet. :LOL<br><br><br>
I knew fairly early on in our relationship that she was the one for me. I can't explain it, sorry. <img alt="" class="inlineimg" src="http://www.mothering.com/discussions/images/smilies/smile.gif" style="border:0px solid;" title="smile">