I can’t really remember when I first met my husband, but I know I was around 12 years old. His older brother arrived at my school and we became friends. Luckily I was accepted in his study groups and many times we were at his place. There I got to see the little-mini, chubby, version of my now hubby while he was practicing on his skateboard with friends. Years later I got to find out that he had a crush on me since then. Well…on me and my best friend, but nevertheless…LOL. Problem was, I was two years older, and back then, 10 and 12 years is too much difference. Once in a while I saw him but never really noticed him much.
And then…10 years later I saw him again, I mean I REALLY saw him. In a school reunion (yes, at my friends house), guess who was there: little 10 year old buddy. But WAIT A MINUTE….he was not so little anymore, and he was not skateboarding….and he was definitely not chubby anymore. He had been going to the gym for quite some time, and pretty successfully. Ok, he got my attention, and yes, you are right, I am THAT superficial. I went to sit with him while he was eating his 10 egg whites and listened to what he had to say with so much attention as I had NEVER done in my life. I wish I would have payed that much attention in school. I would have made it through med school LOL
It took him a year to reset my mind about him not being “my friends little brother” anymore, but wow he really was patience and finally made me fall head over feet in love with him.
By the way, in the picture, that’s not us. That’s beautiful Charlene kissing her handsome husband.
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