I was scrolling across Facebook the other day and came across a status about "insta-love". It wasn't the first I have seen on the topic in the past few weeks but it was one that stood out to me. I couldn't tell you who the author of this Facebook status was because I have a mommy brain and can hardly remember my own name, but I remember that she said something along the lines of "I do not like reading about insta-love. It's just not realistic." I snickered when I read it. It's actually the reaction I have any time someone has a similar train of thought. Why you might ask? Well, it's a funny story actually.
My husband and I are victims of the elusive Insta-love.
I know, I know, crazy right? I don't think any one ever really believes in that kind of instant connection between two people until it happens, because I sure as hell didn't. I believed in lust at first site, not love, until I met my husband and things just kind of....clicked.
I still remember the first day I saw K as if it were yesterday. At the time we were dating other people. I had a beautiful girlfriend and he had a beautiful girlfriend. So, the first time we saw each other, we hardly paid any attention to one another. It was more of a "Hi. I'm Danielle, Johnny's cousin." with an awkward wave to the group of six or seven guys and two girls that were there. Don't get my wrong I noticed K, I mean how could I not? There he was sitting there with his grey beanie on, with his bridge and lip pierced, with his ears gauged. It's easy to say he was my type. He was, and still is, handsome as all hell. But I noticed his attractiveness for about thirty second before I moved on and joined in on the conversation because I wasn't in the mindset to look much further. I remembered him though because he was one of the funniest people I had ever met. And by funny I mean extremely sarcastic which if you know me, then you know that's my favorite type of humor.
About a month or two after our brief meeting, we both fell single. My cousin mentioned that K was now single and that sparked a little idea in my head. I decided to friend him on FB. Yes, I was in fact, that girl. We started messaging back and forth, joking around and flirting, and within an hour or two he asked me out on a date for the following day. I'm pretty sure I squealed and danced around, sufficiently embarrassing myself. Could you blame me? This ridiculously hot and funny guy asks you out on a date and you would be just as excited.
The next day we decided to go to Disneyland after he got off of work. I spent the entire day texting him and getting ready, making sure I looked as perfect as I could so I would impress the hell out of him. I wanted to have a new first impression since the first time we met, we were both taken. We met up at the park down the street from my cousin's house, it was our hang out spot at the time. When he stepped out of his suburban, my heart was beating faster than anything I had ever felt. Literally. I broke out into a cold/hot/cold chill and I swear I couldn't even breathe.
As soon as we were near each other, it seemed as if we were drawn together. I mean, I was attached to his side as if we had been dating for years, and I didn't even wait until the end of the date to stand on my tip toes and kiss him. That's right, I made the first move. He might claim different, but it was all me. We only spent a little while at the park before venturing off on our own for a night at the Happiest Place on Earth. We went to D-Land first, made our rounds on all the rides, including Haunted Mansion before making our way to California Adventure.
For those of you who have read my book, this part might sound mighty familiar. Somehow he conned me into going on The Tower Of Terror. I'm terrified of heights, roller coasters, pretty much anything that involves thrill seeking. I'm boring, I know. We stood in line, attached at the hip, talking for what seemed like minutes when in reality it was more like an hour before we got piled into the car of the ride. He knew I was terrified so when we reached the top, right before we were about to drop five million feet to the ground (Okay, I'm exaggerating) he kissed me. And he kept kissing me until we started to fall. I wish I had the right words to describe how amazing that was, to be free falling at the same time as kissing someone you have these....intense new feelings for. My stomach was dropping from fear but also from excitement because I could tell whatever it was between us was life changing. And I know as my friend Stephanie is reading this she is sitting there with her jaw dropped because this is about as sappy as I've ever been, especially while talking about K. It's not a bad thing. I'm just not really a romantic person,which always makes it ironic that I write romance. Anyways, this is one of those rare times where I pull out the sap, so enjoy it Stephanie!
After our first date we were inseparable. If he wasn't at work or sleeping we were together. It shocked all of our friends and family, but we didn't care because we were in love. That's right, LOVE. It was less than a week from our first date that we said our first I love you's, and only two weeks from our first date that we got engaged.
Yup. You read that correctly. Two weeks of knowing each other/dating and we were engaged.
To us it felt right, but everyone else was in an uproar about it. Our friends judged as did anyone we told, and everyone was skeptical. It was a lot of pressure trying to prove to the world what we had was real when no one believed in what we had. At the time it was hard for me to understand why they couldn't just take our word for it, but now I can see why. It's impossible to really understand the weight of someone's feelings for another when you haven't experienced in the way they have. It's not everyday you come across two people who knew the instant they met that they were going to be together for the rest of their lives. I get it now, but at the time it was hard to really understand and it put a lot of stress on us.
We pulled through though, determined to show everyone that we weren't going to fail and we did. We started dating nearly five years ago, and we have been married coming up on four years. We're happy as hell, with two amazing twins, and honestly really happy and content with our lives. He is everything I ever dreamed of, but never thought I deserved. This man saved me from myself and I swear I could never repay him for everything he has given me, even if he's a pain in my ass sometimes.
So, you can imagine why I snicker every time I see someone hating on insta-love. It doesn't happen often, not for real anyways, but when it does, it's big and overwhelming and so in your face your face that you can't ignore it. There's something about our story that is special because it's not your run of the mill, we met, we dated a resectable amount of time before getting serious and getting married, had one baby at a time and lived happily ever after. No, we fell in love on our first date, got married less than a year from the day we started dating, had two babies at once, and are living our happy life in our own unique way.
I know this is kind of a random post, and it really has nothing to do with anything of importance to anyone but me, but I couldn't stop thinking about our story today and felt the need to share. So, you know, there you go. There's the story of K&D. You're welcome.
(I hope everyone who reads that last sentence understands my sense of humor. Because as I read that I'm realizing some people might find that rude. But I promise, I'm just being a sarcastic ass, not rude.)
My husband and I are victims of the elusive Insta-love.
I know, I know, crazy right? I don't think any one ever really believes in that kind of instant connection between two people until it happens, because I sure as hell didn't. I believed in lust at first site, not love, until I met my husband and things just kind of....clicked.
I still remember the first day I saw K as if it were yesterday. At the time we were dating other people. I had a beautiful girlfriend and he had a beautiful girlfriend. So, the first time we saw each other, we hardly paid any attention to one another. It was more of a "Hi. I'm Danielle, Johnny's cousin." with an awkward wave to the group of six or seven guys and two girls that were there. Don't get my wrong I noticed K, I mean how could I not? There he was sitting there with his grey beanie on, with his bridge and lip pierced, with his ears gauged. It's easy to say he was my type. He was, and still is, handsome as all hell. But I noticed his attractiveness for about thirty second before I moved on and joined in on the conversation because I wasn't in the mindset to look much further. I remembered him though because he was one of the funniest people I had ever met. And by funny I mean extremely sarcastic which if you know me, then you know that's my favorite type of humor.
About a month or two after our brief meeting, we both fell single. My cousin mentioned that K was now single and that sparked a little idea in my head. I decided to friend him on FB. Yes, I was in fact, that girl. We started messaging back and forth, joking around and flirting, and within an hour or two he asked me out on a date for the following day. I'm pretty sure I squealed and danced around, sufficiently embarrassing myself. Could you blame me? This ridiculously hot and funny guy asks you out on a date and you would be just as excited.
The next day we decided to go to Disneyland after he got off of work. I spent the entire day texting him and getting ready, making sure I looked as perfect as I could so I would impress the hell out of him. I wanted to have a new first impression since the first time we met, we were both taken. We met up at the park down the street from my cousin's house, it was our hang out spot at the time. When he stepped out of his suburban, my heart was beating faster than anything I had ever felt. Literally. I broke out into a cold/hot/cold chill and I swear I couldn't even breathe.
As soon as we were near each other, it seemed as if we were drawn together. I mean, I was attached to his side as if we had been dating for years, and I didn't even wait until the end of the date to stand on my tip toes and kiss him. That's right, I made the first move. He might claim different, but it was all me. We only spent a little while at the park before venturing off on our own for a night at the Happiest Place on Earth. We went to D-Land first, made our rounds on all the rides, including Haunted Mansion before making our way to California Adventure.
For those of you who have read my book, this part might sound mighty familiar. Somehow he conned me into going on The Tower Of Terror. I'm terrified of heights, roller coasters, pretty much anything that involves thrill seeking. I'm boring, I know. We stood in line, attached at the hip, talking for what seemed like minutes when in reality it was more like an hour before we got piled into the car of the ride. He knew I was terrified so when we reached the top, right before we were about to drop five million feet to the ground (Okay, I'm exaggerating) he kissed me. And he kept kissing me until we started to fall. I wish I had the right words to describe how amazing that was, to be free falling at the same time as kissing someone you have these....intense new feelings for. My stomach was dropping from fear but also from excitement because I could tell whatever it was between us was life changing. And I know as my friend Stephanie is reading this she is sitting there with her jaw dropped because this is about as sappy as I've ever been, especially while talking about K. It's not a bad thing. I'm just not really a romantic person,which always makes it ironic that I write romance. Anyways, this is one of those rare times where I pull out the sap, so enjoy it Stephanie!
After our first date we were inseparable. If he wasn't at work or sleeping we were together. It shocked all of our friends and family, but we didn't care because we were in love. That's right, LOVE. It was less than a week from our first date that we said our first I love you's, and only two weeks from our first date that we got engaged.
Yup. You read that correctly. Two weeks of knowing each other/dating and we were engaged.
To us it felt right, but everyone else was in an uproar about it. Our friends judged as did anyone we told, and everyone was skeptical. It was a lot of pressure trying to prove to the world what we had was real when no one believed in what we had. At the time it was hard for me to understand why they couldn't just take our word for it, but now I can see why. It's impossible to really understand the weight of someone's feelings for another when you haven't experienced in the way they have. It's not everyday you come across two people who knew the instant they met that they were going to be together for the rest of their lives. I get it now, but at the time it was hard to really understand and it put a lot of stress on us.
We pulled through though, determined to show everyone that we weren't going to fail and we did. We started dating nearly five years ago, and we have been married coming up on four years. We're happy as hell, with two amazing twins, and honestly really happy and content with our lives. He is everything I ever dreamed of, but never thought I deserved. This man saved me from myself and I swear I could never repay him for everything he has given me, even if he's a pain in my ass sometimes.
So, you can imagine why I snicker every time I see someone hating on insta-love. It doesn't happen often, not for real anyways, but when it does, it's big and overwhelming and so in your face your face that you can't ignore it. There's something about our story that is special because it's not your run of the mill, we met, we dated a resectable amount of time before getting serious and getting married, had one baby at a time and lived happily ever after. No, we fell in love on our first date, got married less than a year from the day we started dating, had two babies at once, and are living our happy life in our own unique way.
I know this is kind of a random post, and it really has nothing to do with anything of importance to anyone but me, but I couldn't stop thinking about our story today and felt the need to share. So, you know, there you go. There's the story of K&D. You're welcome.
(I hope everyone who reads that last sentence understands my sense of humor. Because as I read that I'm realizing some people might find that rude. But I promise, I'm just being a sarcastic ass, not rude.)