I met my first boyfriend in highschool. We didn't go to the same school. Our schools were rivals both in sports and academics. He was on the football team. I met him at one of the games (full disclosure I saw his butt first plus he was wearing my favourite number #9). I'm a goof for sure. And at one point when he was walking past where I was sitting with my friends I yelled "Nice bum #9" (I KNOW. If roles were reversed people would be mad but I was playing and no one was offended so don't freak out everyone). After i said that, he stopped, looked and blew a kiss through his helmet and then smacked his butt. It was cute!

Dated all through highschool. Then we both moved and went away for school and we just dwindled. He was off the grid in Nicaragua for a year. I worked here. We just stopped talking because of the different directions our lives took us.

We ran into each other years later in the airport of all places. I had come back from a bachelorette party, he had come back from visiting family. Crazy right? It had literally been almost 6 years since I'd seen him and probably 5 since we last spoke. So of course we exchanged new contact information and talked every single day for a solid 2 months before we went on a 'date'.

We both have dogs. The same breed and the same age which is so funny to me. Rotties!

That was almost a year ago now. He proposed to be just last month and we're hoping to do a quick courthouse wedding (because we would rather take the money and put money down for a house). I love him and I'm so happy we reconnected because he's my soulmate