How we met, Eugene Edition

Like Tabby, I’ve never had the best luck with relationships. Something has always seemed to get in the way of meeting that someone. Between college and being deployed with the guard, for eight years, I was always somewhere, but somewhere never led me to someone. I moved back home after college and living with your parents doesn’t impress the girls, but commuting to Charleston for a part-time job with the guard didn’t leave me a lot of time to apartment hunt. Then, a friend needed a roommate in Charleston and I took him up on it immediately. A few weeks later, a full-time position with the guard opened up. I had to work midnights, but it was a full-time job and I took it.

I figured that things were working this way for a reason, so I certainly didn’t question. While I was happy that I finally that I got to have a semi-normal life, I thought I was having some health issues. I wasn't and I was fine, but it scared me enough to make me realize that I wanted someone to laugh with, to cook with, and to love me as much as I would love them.

I was working midnights and I worked with all men, so meeting ladies wasn’t that easy. My roommate’s girlfriend had tried Match.com before, so I decided to give it a try. I emailed several girls, but Tabitha was the only one who forcibly made me reply. I figured she would stop emailing at some point, like all the others, but she didn’t. So emailing led to instant messaging, and that led to phone calls. Phone calls led to meeting where I was sure she was going to cut me up and serve me for dinner. I mean what kind of person meets those weirdos online…..oh yeah, never mind, but instead there was this girl. This silly, fun, loving girl I couldn’t resist and I feel in love.

Everything hasn’t been perfect and it took me awhile to realize that not everything should be perfect. I have had my apprehensions, but she is as crazy as me for goodness sakes and I realize I belong with this butthead. Really, we would make two other people miserable. Instead of that, we are just going make each other miserable, um, I mean happy, (but I really mean miserable) for the rest of our lives. At least that is what she tells me to say.

How we met, Tabby Edition

A few years ago, I was at a point where I just needed change in my life. I was living in an apartment that was nice but had no insulation in between the floors (not only did I hear everything my neighbors said and did, they heard me as well), as much as I liked my job I hated a lot of aspects of it and couldn’t enjoy it anymore, I was meeting all the wrong kind of guys, and most of all, I was very unhappy. So, I bought a house. Then I quit my job and started my own firm with some colleagues (yeah, I know what a thing to do).

Though I made some changes, I still didn’t have anyone to share it with. After all my complaining about having no one, my friend who had had some success with online dating, set up a profile for me and searched for guys who I might be interested in. Most of the guys turned out to be more than a little strange and crazy, but one of them didn’t seem so bad. His profile was witty, he was just quirky enough to interest me without scaring me off, and he was easy on eyes.

We started to email each other and the more I found out, the more I wanted to know. After many emails, we moved on to instant messaging. After this had been going on for a few weeks, I realized that he was never going to ask for my number. So one day, I just gave it to him and told him to call me. We had a few really good phone calls, so I suggested we meet (based on prior experience with the phone, I knew that I would have to be the one to ask hehe). I’m not going to say how it was love at first sight or how I knew we were meant to be together. But I can say with every meeting, I wanted another one. I don’t know exactly when I knew, but one day I just couldn’t see my future without him in it.

My mom once told me that the perfect guy for me would be the one who wouldn’t let me run over top of him, one who could look past the “tough” exterior to see the softie inside and wouldn’t take advantage of that, one who could be sweet, who would “give in” when I needed it but had the nerve to argue with me as well, and most of all they needed to be mind reader to keep it all straight. I laughed when she told me this, but there was some truth in what she said. I wasn’t sure if that kind of guy existed, but then one day I met Eugene. And somehow he knows just what do and when… well, most of the time he knows just what to do but I wouldn’t change anything. My life has become entirely too much fun to change anything.