Rose and I met on match.com in early 2010. We were both too busy and fed up with the dating scene so we decided to give the online game a try. It took a 1 sentence e-mail to snag her (she tells the story differently, but I only tell the truth). After 8 months of dating I realized that this was the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. The qualities I love about her are too long to list and I don't want her head to get too big. Most important is that she challenges me each and every day to be a better man and has infinite confidence in me.
In the interest of full disclosure, I should tell you Rose's occupation; she is a sex therapist. Pause for reaction… Her education would intimidate almost anyone. In all, she holds 4 post graduate degrees to include a PhD and works at a multidisciplinary practice helping couples and individuals suffering from sexual disfunction and other issues. The field is undergoing an explosion (pun intended) of research and interest and I am proud to say that my wife is a part of the excitement. I am often asked whether I have issues with her work or reservations about her somehow analyzing our personal life. The best response I have come up with is: "do you think she would have married me if there were issues?" Presumptuous, and a little conceited maybe, but it is often taken in the way I mean it - lightheartedly.
Now, where was I? We were engaged for another 8 months and wed in the summer of 2012 in San Diego, CA. The journey of dating to engaged to married is probably another topic for someone else to blog about so I will keep it brief. The entire journey was one of true maturing on my part. I am an admittedly "old" person, or so I've been told, so it wasn't maturing in the way many people think. For me the process seemed like a natural step where I was ready to enjoy what I consider to be the better things in life. Going out on the town was all well and good, but in my opinion nothing beats a quiet night at home with my wife and having someone to share the little things that make life great. In hindsight, we were both ready for that next step and I think that made all the difference in the world.
The rest is pretty much history… Had the fun of joining two households into one. The experience where she, as politely as possible, told me that my condo needed less college stuff (and apparently more flower stuff). After about a year of marriage we decided it was time to start "trying." I call it "pulling the goalie" but she doesn't much appreciate the metaphor. Our luck must have been strong because within one month she was preggers.
Engaged
Wedding
Honeymoon
And the rest of our story begins now...
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Enjoying so far, Tim! :)
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