I’ve been more quiet than usual lately. I guess that’s what happens when you get married.
Oh, yeah, so that happened.
When I first met her years ago at a friend’s birthday drink she sat next to me all night and completely ignored me.
Years later I crashed a women only outing where she happened to be as well.
A random party, a six-o’clock-in-the-morning omelette on a terrace watching the sun come up, a birthday party, a jaunt to the Gentse Feesten and a long Christmas in august later, we were already together for two months before we knew it. I took her to my sister’s wedding, and not even three years later we went to our own, three weeks after I proposed. (Tip for anyone thinking of proposing: maybe the sauna isn’t the best place after all)
Getting married to her ended up being the most natural decision I’ve ever taken. And the answer to the most-asked question? Yes, it does make a difference. No, I didn’t expect it to. But it does.
Thank you to everyone who ever dumped me – I had no idea better things were coming.