We met in college. We lived in the same apartment complex and saw each other in passing all of the time. I was dating someone else at the time and really didn’t give him a second look. The Good Guy was busy with school and friends and such and didn’t look my way at first, either.
After a few months, I was broke up with my boyfriend and started looking around. I went to a dance with some friends and happened to get asked to dance by the Good Guy. We didn’t say much to each other, we made a little small talk, I gave him some glib answers which apparently insulted him, so we didn’t speak again for another month or so.
One Saturday, as all of my roommates got ready to go to a home football game, I realized that I still hadn’t finished Moby Dick and needed to get a paper done by Monday. The Good Guy called to see if I wanted to go to the game with him. I told him no, that I needed to read a book. Note: With over 20 years hindsight, I honestly cannot say why he persevered. I was so rude!
He called and asked me on the spur of the moment to go out for a frozen yogurt one night and I actually went. It was fun, but I wasn’t thinking of him as more than a friend. He asked me to go shooting with him on another Saturday and I went, but that night I had a date with someone else. He asked me out another time as I was just about to leave on still another date. Finally, he called and asked if I wanted to go see the Nutcracker with him, two weeks in advance. I said yes, and that was the end. I never dated anyone else. I don’t know what happened when, but we got along so well and he kept asking me to do things, that I just fell in love with him. He really is the best. Not once have I ever regretted marrying him, he is so patient and kind and tolerant and good and hard working. Thank goodness he didn’t give up easily, either! We still argue about who kissed who first, but that is an entirely different story.