Those of you who read my blog know that I'm engaged, and that I'm getting married in March (HOLY CRAP!) This December, Dave (my fiancee) and I will have been together for three years. For all of my friends that know me IRL, that's like 45 years in Lacey land. :) Because I've dated a LOT of guys, and never thought I'd meet "the one".
Dave and I met online, which has become more and more acceptable as of late. However, we didn't use Match.com or JDate or any of those.. we met on MySpace. Got your laughs out yet? Ok, simmer down. :) He had messaged me after doing a search for girls in the area, and I only responded because as I say, "he spoke proper English". Well, that and one other thing. The pictures on his profile showed him with both long and short hair, and I needed to know which were the more recent. Because I? Don't like long hair on guys. Gross. (Sorry to any of you out there.) He replied that he had short hair, and off we went, IMing and text messaging away, and then made plans to have a date a few days later.
Our first date? Was 15 minutes long. (Dave planned it that way in case I was crazy haha.) We met at Joe and the Art of Coffee, this little boutique coffee shop in NYC. I don't even remember what we were talking about, but I know that we had a great conversation, and that Dave was sweating profusely. :) We parted ways and I got home later that day to a message on MySpace telling me what a good time he had, how he thought I was more beautiful in person, than in my pictures. :) Our first date turned into a second, and then a third, and so forth and so on until every Wednesday was "Lacey night" and we spent full on weekends together. However, we weren't "boyfriend and girlfriend" until a few months later.
People would ask me all the time why we weren't "labeled". And honestly, for once in my life, it didn't bother me. Past relationships that I haven't been "boyfriend and girlfriend" labeled, I would always say it was ok, but usually it wasn't. Because in those instances, it was more that the guy just wanted me for the benefits (if you know what I mean), and not the full on relationship. With Dave, it was his way of taking things slow, and making sure that we weren't rushing into things. Because I like to think that we both knew early on that this was something different. Something special. And besides, we saw each other so often, I knew he didn't have time for any other girl. :)
After a little over a year of dating, we moved in together, and on February 8, 2009, he proposed. Friends will ask me how I knew he was "the one". And as crass as it sounds, I knew that I could spend the rest of my life with Dave, because not only do I love him intensely and he makes me extremely happy, but he doesn't do anything that irks the shit out of me. Nice, right? But it's true. Every other boyfriend that I've had (and I've had a lot) has done something to irritate me, and that thing would bother me to no end. I'm not talking about the little annoyances that we have with each other, I'm talking that thing that makes your skin crawl.
So now, gearing up for my wedding, I am sharing my love story with you. So ladies and gents, just try to remember...sometimes taking things slow will be worth the wait. And sometimes, you'll meet the man (or woman) you're meant to spend the rest of your life with in the most random of places. (Thanks MySpace!)
