She wasn’t bat shit crazy. lol. She has a good job, good personality, and she is smoking hot. I asked her to marry me 3 months after we met. Don’t let the good ones get away. I was 42 with a long list of disappointments. I knew.
Probably a hundred little things, but this is what comes to mind –
I am deathly afraid of spiders. They freak me out, especially the chunky ones. I also am deathly afraid of dead spiders. Stupid and irrational, I know. But just the thought of them twitching, seeing the guts, “what if they’re not really dead”, all that stuff freaks me out. Spiders are unnatural.
Anyway, we’re at the park. A spider is crawling across her collarbone area. There’s zero hesitation – my hand is flying over to her, and I smash it before I even realized what I’ve done. I hold it there 1) so it doesn’t fall down her shirt, 2) because I don’t want her to see it until I can get something to clean her up, and 3) because I want to protect her in case it’s not dead and it keeps moving after I take my hand away. I hold it there for a good, solid 90 seconds, explaining that I hit her because of a bug, and “let’s try and use our free hands to figure out how to get some water and napkins over here so I can fix this for you”.
I spent a minute and a half of my life touching a living, then dead spider, and getting its chunky spider bits all over my hand, and it didn’t bother me for a second. And I knew in that moment I was gonna protect her for the rest of my life.
She motivated me without words, I never got tired of her company, just her presence often put me in a better mood because she was so beautiful/sweet, and making her smile or laugh felt like winning a prize.
It didn’t last unfortunately, so don’t take it for granted when you’re in it.
I married my ” The One ” 15 years or so ago. after dating for about 5 or so.
She compliments my personality well.
We both have mostly the same interests, and a couple of differing ones.
She also doesn’t get the shits when I do things I like like gaming. I don’t bitch about her board games etc.
If I want to buy something she doesn’t get all crabby about spending money and vice verca we both recognise each other’s needs etc.
She has her head on straight. Isn’t a mental case. Non violent ( so no flying plates and mugs ).
She is mega smart, excels at planning and executing things. While I am definitively better at cooking. SO we play to our strengths.
I think I am truly lucky to have found her because I don’t think I would be here today if not for her.
P.S. Any of you tell her that and I will deny it vehemently. She doesn’t need to get a big head over it.
I met her once when I was 16. I took one look at her and said to myself, “I’m going to marry her one day”. For context, she was and is 8 years older than me and had s boyfriend at the time. Fast forward to when I’m 21. I randomly run into her. We couldn’t stop talking.
What ultimately did it for me was, after a few months of talking and going on dates, she invited me over to her place. SHE HAD THE UPMOST RESPECT FOR HERSELF AND DID NOT SLEEP WITH ME! This was the first woman that allowed courtship to happen. This all happened between 2013-2014. Fast forward to now and we have been happily married since 2016.
After banging eachothers’ brains out she pushed herself up in the bed, put my head on her tits, played with my hair one hand and hugged me with the other.
Nobody ever held me like that before! It felt so good, … indescribable! I fell asleep in seconds and the next morning I woke up in the EXACT same position.
It must have been super uncomfortable for her to sleep like that, but she did, for me and never moved an inch!
Not crazy, not abusive, not dependent on my paycheck, not embarrassing to bring around friends or family, has her own hobbies and friends and personality, she’s fun and funny, adventurous, caring and thoughtful, we are sickeningly sweet together and have our own weird love language, perfectly sexually compatible and she’s very pretty
Not the good things. I wanted to share the bad things, I wanted her problems to be our problems. I knew I loved her when her issues were more important to me than my own.
We had been dating 9 months and she went 1000 miles away to go to her dream college. I wasn’t going to stand in the way.
A month later I went and visited her. I got a hotel room and we just stayed in that hotel room for the entire weekend. We watched movies, ordered pizza, had sex so many times I thought my penis was going to fall off. 14 years later it’s still probably one of my favorite moments with her. Not because of the sex, but just the fact that it was just us for 3 whole days.
After I left I was fed up. I said to myself, “I’m never leaving her again.” So a couple months later I saved up enough money and enrolled in a college nearby and moved 1000 miles away from my family, friends, job, and overall my entire support system to be with her.
After the semester let out we moved in together. It had been about 1.5 years together which I felt was a normal amount of time. Plus if we hadn’t moved in together we wouldn’t have been able to afford to stay up there and since it was the summer we weren’t in our dorms anymore so we needed a place.
I think it’s really healthy to live with someone you intend to spend you life with before you actually get married. Learn their habits. Learn how they treat a shared space. It all clicked. We were two peas in a 720sqft apartment barely scraping by every month.
I loved every second of it. She went home for a couple weeks during that first summer and it was dreadful. I stayed to take care of our place and our dogs. Around the holidays we decided that we’d split them so we didn’t have to have someone else watch them or kennel the dogs. I took thanksgiving. She took Christmas. I had an ulterior motive.
I went down thanksgiving and had a good time with my family then went to her house and asked her parent’s blessing to marry her. It had been over 2 years quickly approaching our 3rd year. Her parents were thrilled and aid yes.
14 years 2 kids 1 house and 2 new dogs later she’s my ride or die. My one and only. There was no singular moment where I thought, “yep, she’s the one.” It was a culmination of building a life with her. She had become such a big part of my life in such a short time I couldn’t imagine living without her.
Also she has an absolutely ungodly large ass and I wasn’t going to let that thing get away. Wowza.
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When she says what is wrong and we actually talk about and handle it like adults
My penis
She wasn’t bat shit crazy. lol. She has a good job, good personality, and she is smoking hot. I asked her to marry me 3 months after we met. Don’t let the good ones get away. I was 42 with a long list of disappointments. I knew.
She provided peace.
Something most women these days can’t.
Therefore I knew I had a rare one.
Being horny, hopeful, idealistic and naive.
Probably a hundred little things, but this is what comes to mind –
I am deathly afraid of spiders. They freak me out, especially the chunky ones. I also am deathly afraid of dead spiders. Stupid and irrational, I know. But just the thought of them twitching, seeing the guts, “what if they’re not really dead”, all that stuff freaks me out. Spiders are unnatural.
Anyway, we’re at the park. A spider is crawling across her collarbone area. There’s zero hesitation – my hand is flying over to her, and I smash it before I even realized what I’ve done. I hold it there 1) so it doesn’t fall down her shirt, 2) because I don’t want her to see it until I can get something to clean her up, and 3) because I want to protect her in case it’s not dead and it keeps moving after I take my hand away. I hold it there for a good, solid 90 seconds, explaining that I hit her because of a bug, and “let’s try and use our free hands to figure out how to get some water and napkins over here so I can fix this for you”.
I spent a minute and a half of my life touching a living, then dead spider, and getting its chunky spider bits all over my hand, and it didn’t bother me for a second. And I knew in that moment I was gonna protect her for the rest of my life.
She motivated me without words, I never got tired of her company, just her presence often put me in a better mood because she was so beautiful/sweet, and making her smile or laugh felt like winning a prize.
It didn’t last unfortunately, so don’t take it for granted when you’re in it.
I married my ” The One ” 15 years or so ago. after dating for about 5 or so.
She compliments my personality well.
We both have mostly the same interests, and a couple of differing ones.
She also doesn’t get the shits when I do things I like like gaming. I don’t bitch about her board games etc.
If I want to buy something she doesn’t get all crabby about spending money and vice verca we both recognise each other’s needs etc.
She has her head on straight. Isn’t a mental case. Non violent ( so no flying plates and mugs ).
She is mega smart, excels at planning and executing things. While I am definitively better at cooking. SO we play to our strengths.
I think I am truly lucky to have found her because I don’t think I would be here today if not for her.
P.S. Any of you tell her that and I will deny it vehemently. She doesn’t need to get a big head over it.
I met her once when I was 16. I took one look at her and said to myself, “I’m going to marry her one day”. For context, she was and is 8 years older than me and had s boyfriend at the time. Fast forward to when I’m 21. I randomly run into her. We couldn’t stop talking.
What ultimately did it for me was, after a few months of talking and going on dates, she invited me over to her place. SHE HAD THE UPMOST RESPECT FOR HERSELF AND DID NOT SLEEP WITH ME! This was the first woman that allowed courtship to happen. This all happened between 2013-2014. Fast forward to now and we have been happily married since 2016.
After banging eachothers’ brains out she pushed herself up in the bed, put my head on her tits, played with my hair one hand and hugged me with the other.
Nobody ever held me like that before! It felt so good, … indescribable! I fell asleep in seconds and the next morning I woke up in the EXACT same position.
It must have been super uncomfortable for her to sleep like that, but she did, for me and never moved an inch!
She does anal.
Love
The oracle told me.
Nothing. She’s a pain in my ass, but she’s been a pain in my ass for 8 years now. I love her.
Trust and understanding.
She accepted me despite my disability (I.e. epilepsy) & still wanted no one else but me 🙂
I was wrong, though.
She told me so….
Not crazy, not abusive, not dependent on my paycheck, not embarrassing to bring around friends or family, has her own hobbies and friends and personality, she’s fun and funny, adventurous, caring and thoughtful, we are sickeningly sweet together and have our own weird love language, perfectly sexually compatible and she’s very pretty
When there was absolutely no question about it.
She travels through time and space, killing her alternate selves.
Not the good things. I wanted to share the bad things, I wanted her problems to be our problems. I knew I loved her when her issues were more important to me than my own.
We had been dating 9 months and she went 1000 miles away to go to her dream college. I wasn’t going to stand in the way.
A month later I went and visited her. I got a hotel room and we just stayed in that hotel room for the entire weekend. We watched movies, ordered pizza, had sex so many times I thought my penis was going to fall off. 14 years later it’s still probably one of my favorite moments with her. Not because of the sex, but just the fact that it was just us for 3 whole days.
After I left I was fed up. I said to myself, “I’m never leaving her again.” So a couple months later I saved up enough money and enrolled in a college nearby and moved 1000 miles away from my family, friends, job, and overall my entire support system to be with her.
After the semester let out we moved in together. It had been about 1.5 years together which I felt was a normal amount of time. Plus if we hadn’t moved in together we wouldn’t have been able to afford to stay up there and since it was the summer we weren’t in our dorms anymore so we needed a place.
I think it’s really healthy to live with someone you intend to spend you life with before you actually get married. Learn their habits. Learn how they treat a shared space. It all clicked. We were two peas in a 720sqft apartment barely scraping by every month.
I loved every second of it. She went home for a couple weeks during that first summer and it was dreadful. I stayed to take care of our place and our dogs. Around the holidays we decided that we’d split them so we didn’t have to have someone else watch them or kennel the dogs. I took thanksgiving. She took Christmas. I had an ulterior motive.
I went down thanksgiving and had a good time with my family then went to her house and asked her parent’s blessing to marry her. It had been over 2 years quickly approaching our 3rd year. Her parents were thrilled and aid yes.
14 years 2 kids 1 house and 2 new dogs later she’s my ride or die. My one and only. There was no singular moment where I thought, “yep, she’s the one.” It was a culmination of building a life with her. She had become such a big part of my life in such a short time I couldn’t imagine living without her.
Also she has an absolutely ungodly large ass and I wasn’t going to let that thing get away. Wowza.