I met him in college; we went to the same school. We were the same major and had classes together, in which he always sat near me but we never really talked. Back in 2011 he did eventually reach out to me and was very clearly interested, but I was sort of seeing this guy (who ended up being a jerk) so I just sort of let the contact fizzle out. I would later learn that he always liked me, but didn’t make too much of an effort to talk to me because he had this crazy notion that I was “too cool” for him.
Cut to last March, I had been single for about two years and had spent a little time on some online dating sites. At that particular time I was on OkCupid and was having 0 luck so I decided to delete the profile because it was becoming more annoying than productive (I had very clear, high-standard-ish requirements for anyone I’d be willing to date at the point). So I was about to delete my account when I got a message from college-boy. We had both graduated already and were out in the real world establishing our professional lives. It turned out that he had just moved to the same city as me – little more than a mile North of my house to be exact.
We talked, and I realized that there might be something there. We were similar and had goals that could align and he was funny and I enjoyed talking to him. So, knowing we were both interested, we went on pretense-free dates. The point of this was to lead to something. We were both so nervous and so awkward, particularly at the ends of our dates. He kissed me on our FIFTH DATE, which was crazy for the both of us because we both had a past of just eventually “dating” the FWB.
For me it was one of those kisses that you can’t forget. I was nervous and was just babbling on about something stupid, and I sat down next to him while I was talking and he interrupted by grabbing me and bringing me close to him and it was just a magical thing. He apologized for taking so long to do that; he was just abnormally nervous. We both were, as I said. We both had wanted to do this the “right way.” I sent him home, because I didn’t want to sleep with him because that isn’t the “right way” lol. In fact, we didn’t actually sleep together until after we had labeled each other as SO’s a couple weeks later, and it was a really cool thing to me.
It’s been a little over 10 months now and we’re over the moon. I mean, what I’d consider the “honeymoon” phase ended after like 3 months because at that point we hit big, big problems. Almost-break-up problems. But we were able to work through them which is something I’ve never done before. It was really difficult, but now the line of communication is unparalleled and it’s a deeper love than I ever thought possible. I know for sure we can make it, and we are 100% on the same page with it and I am just so so so excited.