How I met the Husband

My last post revealed that I met the Husband after moving to a new city and forgetting to let the other guy know that I was moving on to fresher and greener pastures. Some may wonder how I could be so cold hearted, but they don’t the story of how I met my husband, or how I came to be a Mrs.

I was in my first year of university, planning on pursuing a degree in commerce (as my scholarship dictated), and I was taking all the typical first year courses: calculus (which is totally my bag), English, economics, statistics, cellular biology, the works. I was living in a new city and knew no one. My father had just died 6 months prior, and leaving my family was ridiculously difficult. I wanted to find friends, but had no idea how to go about doing that.

I managed to hitch a ride back home for a weekend three weeks after I moved. While there, I made plans to meet up with all my old friends, go clubbing, etc. I still had homework to do, so I went over to my grandmother’s house to use her computer (my mom didn’t have one). Part of our English course requirements were to discuss our readings on a class webboard, on which we were required to post at least once a week. I went to check my e-mail, and found one from a sender I did not recognize: Tony van WHAT??

I opened it (viruses were not a concern back in the good old days of dial-up internet) and found it to be seriously cute. He said that he was in my English class and that he found my webboard posts most interesting. He complimented my intelligence without mentioning my breasts (although they were quite small compared to their current size) and I was intrigued. I wondered who this mystery boy was. He said that he sat in the front row and answered a lot of questions in class.  I also sat in the front, and I was having a hard time picturing a guy who answered a lot of questions. Then, it hit me. He was probably the blonde boy with the glasses and dorky hair. Cute, but so in need of some fashion tips.

I called my best friend and told her about the e-mail, asking her what I should do.  She was in a similar situation with a new guy, and we decided to go for it.  So I e-mailed him back.

What happened next?  Stay tuned for more juicy details!

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4 thoughts on “How I met the Husband

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