I was fresh out of college in 2007 when he unexpectedly walked into my life. For the past year and a half, I’d jumped from relationship to relationship, refusing to hang on for more than a couple of months in fear of getting too close. I still felt that punch in the gut from my first adult relationship where I let myself fall a little too deep. I wouldn’t make that mistake again.
Famous last words.
We sat across from the bar from each other on that Sunday afternoon. We were both there to see the same bartender, my best friend and his roommate’s girlfriend, though oblivious to each other’s existence. After a few beers, I did what anyone would do on a Sunday afternoon and ordered a shot for me and my friend.
Unbeknownst to me, a scheme was already in place. She made three shots, placing one in front of me and the other in front of the green-eyed, blond-haired man sitting across from me. I didn’t think anything of it. She’d told me who he was. I figured she was just being nice.
Much later, I would find out she told him I sent the shot over myself, prompting his move from across the bar to directly to my left.
So love at first lie?
Eh. Not quite. I fought it. Hard.
My 21-year-old self did not want it to happen. I was free from love, off on my own to do as I please. But he was witty, sweet, and ridiculously respectful, something I’d been missing in the men I’d dated since the college catastrophe.
So no matter how how hard I fought it, seeing him once a week quickly turned into every other day, then every other day turned to every day until he was practically living at my place. The girl who’d sworn off serious relationships turned into a bubbly meatsack of love. I don’t know how it happened.
Though we dove in head first, there was no whirlwind relationship. The lie heard round the bar was told over seven years ago. We’re getting married in just over ten months. Slow and steady wins the race, right? And while some may think our relationship comes easy from the outside, it certainly hasn’t been, as no relationships are. There are days we want to punch each other, days we can’t get enough of each other, and all the days in between.
It’s scary to imagine where I’d be if I’d let my fear win on that Sunday afternoon. What if I’d dismissed him outright as I’d done before, not wanting to get close to anyone at the time? What would have happened if my friend, now my bridesmaid, hadn’t thought to play matchmaker that day?
I like to think we would have wound up in the same place no matter what. Because whether or not I believe in fate, soulmates, or the like, I know who I’m supposed to end up with and I’ll be walking down the aisle to him in less than a year. You can’t help who you fall in love with sometimes, no matter how much you want to fight it. Letting go is hard but you’ll never know what you may stumble upon unless you do.
23 thoughts on “Love at First Lie”
Awwwww. This is so sweet. Glad that love won that day…and every day.
Thanks! Me too 🙂 Haha – I definitely wasn’t looking which is usually when it happens, right?
I totally agree with that statement.
Sweetness ! Sometimes our best friends know what they’re doing – just sometimes (;
I know! I should trust them more 🙂
I need a true love, I don’t love a date fail.
‘bubbly meatsack of love’ Hehehehehehe!
I giggled as I read this too. 🙂 such an eye catching phrase.
Haha! I don’t know why I love using meatsack but I do! 🙂
Awwww, I love this. I’m so happy for you guys!
Thanks Stacie! 🙂 Figured I’d get a little mushy for Valentine’s Day! Haha
Awww!!! Meant to be!
nothing better than a good love story.
Awww. Love was in the air! Happy for you.
Thanks Shailaja! 🙂
Very sweet! I met my husband in a bar and we’ve been married 15 years. I lied and told him I had a boyfriend…and made one of my good guy friends pretend to be my love. However by the end of the night I gave Tall, Dark and handsome my phone number.
Hah! That’s a great story 🙂 And congrats on the 15 years!
Yes yes yes! Life’s all about taking those chances and seeing where they lead! Congratulations on your upcoming wedding and what a lovely tribute to your fella.
Thank you Asha! It’s going to be a fun year!
I’m so happy you found him, Arden! BTW, I did the same thing with my husband — put him off for six months before the first date. We’ve been married 11 years and I love him more than yesterday.
You are not the first one to say that! Maybe that’s the key to everything! Haha 🙂