This is a throwaway for obvious reasons, and honestly this is even a bit daring to post because my husband is a Redditor too, but I’m pretty sure he doesn’t check this subreddit (he just goes to a few hobby subs and all). Writing this all out sounds incredibly cheesy and weird too (the best combo), and pretty self-destructive, but I needed to get it off my chest. I even literally wrote this out in a word doc before posting here because I was unsure if it even made sense to post…
We’ve been together for 6 years, married for 2 years and dated for 4 (you did the math obvi). We met on a blind date and I honestly didn’t think he’d go for me at first – I’m a bit on the plain side and he’s really handsome and outgoing. The first date went just okay, and I actually deleted his number because I was like, “Well, that was a waste because he’ll never ask me for a second date!” but then a week later, he asked to go out again and the rest is history.