When Eric and I met it wasn’t exactly love at first sight. It was more like love at third date. Our first two dates were friendly. So friendly that I felt it was very possible we may have ended up just as friends instead of ever dating. If you talk to Eric about this now, he will insist we never would have been friends. This doesn’t show anything about our compatibility, just at the different places we were in our lives. I was just out of a long and bad relationship, I was happy to jump into the single life. In fact, Eric was my first date post-breakup and it was intended to be one of many to come. Whereas Eric had been single for 6 months (an eternity to a guy who always has a girlfriend) and was looking for someone he would be more than just friends with.
Even though we were in different places then, we are not one of those opposites-attract couples. We are much more likely to have exactly the same response to something than to have differing opinions. One of Eric’s most common phrases is, “Get out of my head!” which he yells when I’ve just said exactly what he was about to say. I never wanted an opposite. I wanted someone who would know what to give me as a gift instead of having to ask. Eric’s first present to me was a book. He knows me well.
I used to worry a lot about finding that right guy. I was a late bloomer, I went through all of high school without a single date. Without even being asked on a date. I was at BYU for 7 years, ripe and ready for picking, and still managed to leave single. It is an impressive feat, believe me. And for a few years I floated around not really sure it would ever work out for me. Eric had quite a different journey. He has always always been wanted by girls. He is what they call “a catch.” He has never had to go for long without a girlfriend, and pretty much every girl who’s ever seen him has wanted to marry him. So you may imagine that it didn’t carry a lot of weight when I revealed to him that he was the one for me back when we barely knew each other.
I can’t explain what it is about him that told me he was “the one,” but I knew it. It was a strange but sudden realization and once I knew it, I had no doubt in my mind. It became more like a story than reality, like something in a movie. But it was the complete honest truth. I never expected that to happen to me. It didn’t really happen the same way for Eric. He was more hesitant, more questioning, more deliberate. This is typical of a scientist, I see now, and I’m pleased to know that after all that time he spent making sure, that I was able to fit the bill. It is one of the ways that we were different, but we’re the same in that we both had that turning point where we really just knew.
Since today is Valentine’s Day I wanted to write a little bit about my valentine. I tried to think of a lot of short little mushy statements that may express how I feel, but it just didn’t seem quite right. It feels silly to try and identify a few little quirks to define our relationship. And if I actually try and set down the things that make it so special, it ends up sounding rather maudlin and boring. The truth of the matter is that Eric is, very simply, everything. I want to go back to my younger self and sit myself down and say, “Don’t worry about anything. Because you are going to find the best guy. And that’ll be that.”