Miss Betty Beguiles is back online (HURRAH!) and she's got the cutest conversation going on her website while she unpacks her house. Stop by and leave a comment.
Her basic question: Was it love at first sight? How did you know he was the one?
Here's My Story:
At age 25, I broke down in tears over my sorry dating life in the middle of a tour of Notre Dame in Paris. I said my first Hail Mary (I was Protestant at the time) from a printed guidebook I picked up there in English. I told Jesus "Okay, I'm ready to date your way."
Nine days later I was back in the States having a Saturday night out on the town. My husband saw me from across a crowded bar and he fell in love at first sight.
Our first conversation that night was unusually easy. I didn't know that he'd be my husband, but I knew that I felt unusually comfortable talking to a stranger. I gave him my phone number--something I'd NEVER done to a strange boy before.
My husband was worried about freaking me out with his intensity, so we had a series of weird (to me) non-date meetings--walking his dog in the snow, talking in a coffee shop, etc.
Three weeks after we met it was Valentines Day. My husband showed up to attend Church with me. He left me a special Valentine message based on the movie "Mission Impossible." We were supposed to meet on a bridge overlooking our graduate school at 10 PM.
I went to the wrong bridge!
My husband had given up hope that I was coming. "I guess she doesn't like me," he thought. Just then, I showed up at the other side of the right bridge (in the middle of a snowstorm) carrying a red carnation.
When my husband saw the flower in my hand he said "I guess she does like me!"
Almost ten years into a sacramental Catholic marriage, I still do!
2 comments:
Great story -- congrats.
Here's ours, in a nutshell: I arrived in Kyoto for my junior year abroad, and two weeks later, a bunch of American students went out with a bunch of Japanese students, and....we saw each other, in the crowd, and both noticed each other, and made a point to talk later. I also gave him my phone number (and had to think twice about it, since it was the number of my homestay family, but I figured he would know all of the proper Japanese dating rules). That was 25 years ago, in Sept. '85. We married in '91.
I know some Catholic parents who don't allow their children to date non-Catholics, fearing such dating will lead to a marriage like mine. But I'm glad my parents weren't like that. (Of course, I had the advantage of being several thousand miles away, too!)
Lovely story!
My husband and I met at Ash Wednesday Mass... after being not very faithful Catholics in our college years, we found each other when we returned to God!
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