I'd love you to love me

Peter and I met in high school. Although I'd known about him for a few years from mutual friends who he'd grown up with in Argentina, I don't think we'd ever had a class together or even spoken. He'd always been that cute guy whose locker was plastered with pictures of soccer players (read: other cute guys. Is that weird?).

During our senior year, a few girlfriends and I used to go watch the guys' soccer team play after school. When I heard they were looking for a team manager, I figured I'd volunteer since I was there anyways. That way I'd have an excuse for why I was there oogling the players every game.

One game early in the season, I was sitting with the staff adviser. He was acquainting me with the names of all of the players. He pointed at Peter, the captain of the team, and said (in his lovely British accent), "That's Peter. He's a beautiful player!".

I thought to myself, "You're not kidding."


That was September and we remained friends throughout the soccer season. Peter finally plucked up enough nerve to ask me out a few minutes before midnight on Dec 31st, 1996.

We've been together ever since.

There's been a lot of fun, A LOT of tears, exciting adventures, faraway travels, heartbreaking lows and amazing highs.

I wouldn't change anything that's brought us to where we are today.

(Will rustle up some pics to add to this post tomorrow. Pictures that are 13 years old. You know you'll be back.)

Also, do you have a story about marriage/love/engagement/wedding or maybe a bit of advice for a soon-to-be-engaged-but-the-gal-doesn't-know-it-yet couple? If so, write a post and head over to The Glamorous Life Association and add your link to the list... there's a secret proposal going on... shhhhhhh.