I have been married for a a month and a half now, and realized I’ve never written about how I met my husband.

J and I attended the same university. He was quite the ladies’ man in his college years, so he had already established a reputation by the time I entered school. In fact, I had heard about him before ever meeting him in person.

Our first time meeting face to face was at a party during my freshmen year (he was a senior). He tried to hit on me, and I ran away.

Of course, he swears he doesn’t recall this incident at all.

Fast forward a few years. I had taken a couple of years off and just returned to school. J had decided to stick around in Baltimore after school, and so still hung out with a lot of undergraduates. Since we had many mutual friends, we began to run into each other more and more.

He admits that he was always attracted to me, and in hindsight I should’ve seen it. He would stalk me online, and always nag me to come and hang out.

He even proposed to me (jokingly) multiple times during the course of our friendship.

At first I was a bit annoyed and put off by his forward nature, but soon I discovered that we actually had a lot in common and we became good friends.

Months into our friendship, J started seeing a girl who was considered by many to be one of the most attractive people in our wide group of friends. “What does she see in you? You’re such a dork,” I chided him.

Then I discovered that many girls, in fact, liked him. I again racked my brains. I thought to myself that he was a charmer and a natural flirt – could that be the reason?

More time passed. Then, one night, we were watching a movie together at my place when he made the first move.

Perhaps the other girls had planted a “what if?” seed in my mind. Perhaps it was the sake we had drank with dinner that night. Whatever the reason, I found myself not pulling away. In fact, it felt very…natural.

Three and a half years later, he proposed (again). This time, he was serious.