It began with the end of a 4 year relationship with a man whom I loved, but couldn't see myself married to. Yes, it took me 4 years to truly understand this and to let go. As part of the effort to make a clean break, I decided to move away from my Midwest town to another state. Having returned from Europe earlier that summer, I'd felt a yearning to see more of the world anyway and I worked for a corporation that had offices throughout the United States, so I didn't think moving would be that difficult.
I interviewed in 3 states and accepted the one that offered me the most money. Yes, I was fairly young and thought that money was the most important thing. Because I was in management, the company paid all of my moving expenses, so that part was easy.
Moving half way across the country, leaving all my family and friends behind, was not so easy. It was especially hard because I knew absolutely no one in the city that I moved to. The first year was rough but thankfully I made a few good friends right away and adjusted fairly quickly. I missed my family though.
One Friday afternoon a dear friend of mine, who ended up being the best man at our wedding in Ireland, invited me to go watch him play soccer. He told me, "After the game, a bunch of us go out for dinner and drinks afterwards and you'd be welcome to join us. I think you'd have fun!" I agreed because I was always willing to meet new people.
Oronzo was part of my friends soccer team, but I didn't pay attention or notice him at that time. It wasn't until after the game, when I sat next to him at the table for dinner, that I noticed the handsome, dark-haired Italian man. During dinner, we chatted, and found out that we had a lot in common. A smaller group of those that met for dinner broke away after eating and went on to a club for drinks. My friend and I were part of that small group, and so was Oronzo. Again, Oronzo and I sat next to each other, but this time it's wasn't by accident.
It became obvious to my friend by that point that there was a spark of attraction between Oronzo and I. To clear the path for Oronzo, my friend loudly announced at our table in the club that he and I were just friends. I blushed fire-engine red with embarrassment and Oronzo beamed with delight.
Before the night was done, Oronzo had secured my phone number and he went to sleep off the affects of his drinks at my friends apartment, while I went home to my own apartment. The three of us agreed to meet for breakfast the next morning.
That next morning, Oronzo and my friend were already at the table when I arrived for breakfast. Oronzo stood up upon catching my glance and waved me over to the table. When I arrived within earshot, he opened his mouth and blurted out, "Wow, you're a lot shorter than I remember!"
Needless to say, I was not amused! I shot back, "Perhaps you'd like to return my phone number that I gave you last night!"
Oronzo quickly apologized with a sheepish smile and we carried on. Later that day, he called me and asked me out on our first date, which ended up being on Valentine's Day. He invited me to his home to cook me dinner. I was nervous about going to the home of a stranger, but my girlfriend, who was with me at the time that he called, talked me into accepting. She made me give her his address and name and I promised to call her when I got home so she'd know I made it home safely.
Oronzo cooked me a fantastic Italian dinner, using one of his grandmother's recipes. We had wine with our dinner and he even played lovely classical music in the background. He was a perfect gentleman that evening, only giving me a modest kiss when it was time to leave.
That was the beginning of our romance. Not only did I gain a boyfriend and eventually a husband after that first date, but I was quickly folded into Oronzo's family as well, which helped me cope with the distance from my own family.
At the time that we met, I was 29 and he was 30. I had never been married, he had been married once but had been divorced for 2 years by the time I met him. Neither of us had children. Both of us had graduated from college and were established in our careers. 5 years after our first date, Oronzo proposed on bended knee and I accepted. We were engaged for a year as we planned our overseas fairy tale wedding in Ireland.
Ornozo and I have had our ups and downs throughout the years of dating and 3 years of marriage, but thankfully we've had more ups than downs. We've both made a commitment to work through the rough patches that any marriage has and, so far, we've managed to keep our relationship strong. I love this man with all my heart and I can't imagine life without him, I don't want to even try. He's my friend, my lover, and the most excellent father I could ever ask for. I pray that God will bless us with long and happy years together as Man and Wife.
There you have it, the story of how I met my honey!
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