My husband and I had a strange courtship. For part of it, we weren't
even "officially" dating. He was my personal trainer, I was his client
and, although, we both secretly really liked one another, we both felt
it was a bit of an unethical situation to date in this situation (we
obviously worked past that misconception!). And, I have to admit, that
I also thought he was a "player" as they call them these days - a guy
who knew how to "work" a woman and then once he'd had his fill would
move along to the next "victim."
I guess you could say my head wasn't in the game with this one!
At any rate, we enjoyed each other's company a lot at the gym and then
would go out periodically as friends for dinner or whatever. Our first
official date was actually kind of "boring" but it was so terribly
romantic. I had been suffering from reoccurring acute tonsillitis and
had to cancel on a surprise outing which I later learned was ice
skating. I had told him during one of our "out as friends" moments that
I had only been ice skating as a little girl but I really wanted to try
it again. He had listened and had devised a way to get me to the rink
without giving away what it was we would be doing.
Instead of canceling on me, he had one of his friends bring him over to
my house so he could spend time with me despite the fact that I looked
awful (I shudder when I see some of the pictures of myself from that
time when we were dating!) and wasn't much fun to be around (is anyone
when they're sick?!). We ended up watching my newest DVD - "Monsters,
Inc." and then once the movie was over just sitting in the dark and
talking.
At one point in the conversation, he took my hand and very sweetly said
"I think I'd like to date you if you wouldn't mind." Once I said I'd
like that very much, we shared our first kiss (despite my slight
protests that I didn't want him to get sick). The rest is history.
I think you know you've met the man of your dreams when he's seen you
all sweaty from working out as well as very ill and still thinks you're
beautiful.