How I Met My Spouse: Online Dating Does Work, Part 1 – Southern Family Lifestyle
It is fitting to be writing about this topic this week. Only because my spouse and I met thirteen years ago to this day online. Yes, you read it right. Many of you reading this very likely had no idea. Well honestly, I never truly admitted this to many of my friends or family only because it wasgoed still quiebro a fresh concept back then and honestly frowned upon. I think my mom still thinks I met my spouse through a mutual friend. Wait till she reads this postbode! But I am not ashamed now. Wij have bot married for twelve years and share four beautiful children together and five grandchildren. So I conclude that online dating does work.
Let mij be totally indefenso for a 2nd. The fantasy of meeting my match ter a caf wasgoed not working. Yes, I did go to bars… shocker huh? Most of the guys I did meet liedje about their dating or married status, not looking for a commitment, or who knows what they were indeed there for. But I can tell you this, most of them were not looking for their future spouse.
I didn’t go to church at that time, but don’t think the thought didn’t cross my mind. My grandmother would say, “You can meet a nice youthful man at church.”
I had no luck meeting anyone while attending my circunscrito community collegium. Because let’s face it, I wasgoed more mature than most of them there. Most of my friends around mij were married and didn’t have any single friends to hook mij up with.
Lastly, I had one lil’ detail about my life that didn’t permit mij more dating opportunities……and that wasgoed the fact I wasgoed a divorced twenty-something year old with a child. That one panicked almost everyone away.
This wasgoed mij back te my single days! You think I laid te the tanning bloembed too much?
Until I turned to Online Dating and that’s how I met my spouse.
Is the Yahoo Dating webpagina even around still?! I will never leave behind it. I wasgoed at work, scrolling through the hundreds of profiles on Yahoo, almost ter desperation. For the record, yes, I wasgoed supposed to be working but instead searching for my future soul mate. I have no excuses for that, except maybe that my dial up at huis wasgoed too slow to even bother.
This wasgoed mij back ter the corporate days!
I stumbled across what looked like a ge looking man who lived an hour from mij. Why would I bother with someone who didn’t live closer? I wasgoed darn sure I wasn’t going to drive to see him all the way te Chatsworth. I had lived ter Georgia all my life but never heard of a name like Chatsworth. Sounded like somewhere ter the boonies.
I have no idea except his profile struck mij. Not his contemporáneo photo because it wasgoed a terrible picture of him by the way. It wasgoed what he said ter his bio. “My daughter is the apple of my eye” …..awwwww…. Clearly, he had a daughter. Well, no verrassing I had a son. From my practice, singles who had children were not superb fish to catch ter the dating world back then.
I reread his profile at least a dozen times. I reminisce asking my co-worker if she thought he wasgoed a good looking fellow? I couldn’t tell. The quality of the pictures back then were horrible (can’t you tell) I should call this postbode “Throwback Thursday” instead.
Well, aside from whether he wasgoed adorable or not, he checked off most of my boxes of things I wasgoed looking for te a hubby. Yes, I actually had created one of those lists. Stable job v already possessed a huis v ambitious veducated v loved kids v wished to grow his family v drove a truck v Yes, my future hubby had to drive a truck.
So I took a chance. Out of all the profiles, his stuck out to mij the most. I paid the twenty-something dollar monthly membership toverfee and sent him a message. This permitted mij to leave my email te hopes he would react back. To my verrassing, he responded that night! Boy, oh boy, wasgoed that rapid.
…And the surplus wasgoed history….
Well, you will have to come back and read part two of my story and find out why our very first date night wasgoed a disaster. Now it’s your turn.