How We Met: In a Nutshell
We met in January of ’09, never knew each others names. We started dating on March 19, 2009. On April 4, 2009 he proposed. On August 22, 2009 we were joined in Holy Matrimony. Here’s the story of our whirlwind romance.
Our’s is the kind of story that we do want to tell our grand children about. It’s funny, sad, romantic, and everything in between. Chris and I met in an elevator. No there was no elevator music, but there was a loud bang! This scruffy, short looking man almost broke the elevator by the strongest and loudest punch I have ever seen and heard in my life! He was broken, that I could see. I also fell in love, in that instance of vulnerability.
It was January of 2009, it was cold and snowy. I had just started my new job and was making plenty of new friends. I had just gotten back from lunch with a few of my co-workers, and just to linger a few more minutes, I decided to hop on the elevator. As the doors were closing this short, scruffy (really needed to shave…badly) man yells “Hold the doors!” So I did. As he runs in he punches the elevator so hard, I thought it was going to get stuck.
I’m empathic, and I can automatically pick up when someone is hurting, happy, you get the picture. I don’t know what happened, but I reached out to him. I touched his shoulder and I felt him melt underneath that hard exterior. It was that moment that my heart became his. I didn’t even know his name. I meekly asked him if he was okay. He mumbled something about an ex-wife, his best friend, and well, you can put two and two together. I apologized for intruding, and left him to his thoughts.
I would see him in the halls or outside on a smoke break. We started exchanging some conversation while outside, and I learned that he was a trained chef, had three boys, and was finalizing his divorce. All this time he never asked me for my name, nor I his. I did refer to him though as Chef Man, and he referred to me as Sofrito Girl (I learned this a little bit later).
Spring was quickly approaching, as a matter of fact Spring of ’09 was so unusually warm, that my mother’s roses were blooming. I had a feeling that it was going to be a wonderful season. I had also recently had a conversation with my aunt in Italy, who always asked me if I had a boyfriend. If you don’t know anything about Italian women, they want their daughters and kin married at a ripe young age and bare dozens of children, and cook all day long. Oh and the man has to be successful. Luckily for me my family is a little more modern than that! I had come to accept the end of my previous relationship, which took me four years to overcome and move on. I also accepted and told my aunt that “Right now I’m in a good place. I realize that I do not need a man to be happy, but if one comes along, I am willing to accept him.”
As fate would have it three days after that statement my car broke down. I was close to pointing out at work, and couldn’t afford to miss any more days. I was able to use a vacation day thanks to my manager and he also worked his butt off to help find me a ride until my car was fixed. He gave my number to a guy named Chris who happened to live in my same town. YAY!
Later that day I receive a phone call from Chris. This whole time I was wondering to myself “Who is this guy?” When I answered the phone I quickly recognized his voice and blurted out, “Chef Man!” and he proceeds to yell into my ear, “Oh My Gosh, you’re sofrito girl!” Well we chit chatted a little bit and then made plans for him to pick me up the next day for work.
My Seduction Process~Or Was It His?
I woke up extra early the next day. I straightened my hair and did my make up real pretty. Wore a pretty outfit with a button up shirt and left an extra button undone. Hey I had been out of the dating game for a while, I wasn’t sure exactly how it worked! He showed up right on time after dropping the boys off at daycare (swoon). He got out of the car and opened the passenger side door for me (swoon again).
As soon as we started driving, he looks over at me and with the straightest face I had ever seen said, “You know, for a while now, and I don’t know why, I wanted to know your name. Not because I kept calling you sofrito girl, but because I wanted to ask you out.” My mouth hit the floor! I was not expecting this kind of conversation at all. It went on for the full fifty minutes it took to get to work, speeding ticket included! (Cop totally caught the wrong car, but whatever, another adventure we had.)
That night, he asked if he could meet my mom, and I invited him in. He then asked my mom if it was ok with her if he took me out. We were both very shocked. As I walked him out and to his car, he asked if he could kiss me. I replied with a kiss. It was magical, and that feeling I had in the elevator came flooding back. The next day he asked me to be his girlfriend and I responded with a kiss.
We had been dating for a little over two weeks and we were inseparable. I had never felt like this, but it felt wonderful. It was a Sunday and my mom, Chris and myself all went to the Chinese Buffet for a late lunch. We got our food and sat down. We hadn’t even started to eat, when he jumps to floor and yells, “Oh God my lens popped out of my glasses!” I immediately drop to the floor and under the table looking for this lens. All the while he wants me to come out of the table.
I oblige and as I get up he stays on the floor, but on one knee. He takes out a box and asks, “Will you spend the rest of your life with me?” I don’t know what I said (obviously yes) or what I did but I was the happiest person in the world in that instant. He’s full of surprises and nothing has changed.
We spent the next few months planning our wedding. It was to take place in only four months! Our engagement lasted longer than our courtship!
There was so much to do! So much to plan and buy and prepare. I remember my dad being upset about how quickly we were to wed. I had to remind him that he and my mom married only six weeks after they met! I know I became a bridezilla at some point. I felt the worse for my mom. Her wedding present to us was all of the decorations! That included, the bouquets, centerpieces, boutonnieres, and everything else!
The day of our wedding was a blur. The rushing around, meeting and greeting, and then the walk down the aisle. I remember my dad holding my arm and crying and I remember seeing my future husband waiting and smiling at me. It was beautiful!
So we had a whirlwind romance and we continue to do so. Everyday there’s always something he does that just makes me fall in love with him more than the day before.
Why I Love My Husband
- He is one of the strongest men I know
- He is funny
- He is generous
- He does my laundry
- He surprises me
- He believes in “just because” gifts
- He gives me alone time
- He snuggles me until I fall asleep
- He lets me stay in bed 5 minutes longer than him
- He makes the coffee all of the time
I’m going to cut the list here, and resume it next week. Stay tuned!