Ten years ago, Mt. Man and I had a second, or third date at a coffee shop (that no longer exists) in Abilene, Texas, where we attended school. Since ACU had a curfew for freshmen back then of 11:00, I was running a bit close to being late for the first time.
I’d been interested in my Mountain Man for a while and even with an unconventional start to our dating history (to this date, there is debate about whether or not I stood him up for our first date; I maintain that a concussion is a perfectly acceptable excuse), after a few dates, I was hooked. And then, after walking me to my car, Mt. Man kissed me.
That was it. I looked up at him and said, “I want to be your girlfriend.” And that was that.
We’ve been together (in the relational sense) for a decade. Even though nearly half of those years were spent long distance, we’re still in it together.