To continue from my previous post, Monsieur P and I were friends for awhile before we became anything more. This was due in large part to the fact that I already had a boyfriend, and to a lesser degree, because I considered the mister to be “like the brother I never had.”
Well, time went by, and I broke up with my boyfriend in December 2008. Seeing (on facebook) that I was on the market again, a couple of our friends, decided to meddle in our lives a little bit. My friend J really hit it off with Monsieur P’s friend A back in 2007, and so when they saw I was newly-single, they reached out to Monsieur P to tell him the good news! They made plans to get us in the same place at the same time, and the rest, as they say, is history.
Photo via Amazon / A movie we both loved and owned on dvd… and we both love Ryan Reynolds
It was surprisingly easy to move from being “just friends” to being a “we.” As a couple, we still did the same things we did as friends – went to sporting events, concerts, hung out with friends, went to movies, and went to dinner. Except now we also spent every evening together too, cooking dinner and watching tv.
We’re both fairly traditional/old-fashioned about some things, but at the same time, we do a lot of things that go against the grain or tradition. For example, we were only dating for about 6 weeks when we decided to move in together when both of our leases expired that summer. The mister lived alone, while I had roommates, and we were both sick of our situations. We figured we had been friends for long enough that we could stand each other long enough to withstand a lease, so we decided to go for it! We opted to get a 2-bedroom apartment, just in case things went south, and to give us a little space of our own. Seriously, an extra bedroom is a great idea if you’re planning on moving in together for the first time. (I decided not to say cohabiting because this definition just made me giggle too much. And now I’ve said it anyway. Oh well.) No doubt us moving in together so soon raised some eyebrows among family and friends, but it obviously worked out for us, so no harm done.
In addition to moving in together, we also discussed the future – marriage, babies, our financial and job goals, etc., very early on in our relationship. I’m not sure whether that was because we were so comfortable with each other, having been friends for so long, or if we both just sensed that it was going somewhere, but I feel like we have been an unusual couple from the beginning.
Despite moving quickly on some things (usually the ones that I had any control over), Monsieur P actually waited 6 months to tell me that he loved me. That’s right, if you were doing the math, he waited until after we moved into our apartment together, before he said those three important words. I wasn’t really concerned, because I already knew that he loved me, but it took him a long time to come around to saying it. Monsieur P hadn’t been in a long-term relationship before, so he never told a girl that he loved her until I came along, and he still knew for 2 years before telling me.
You might find that strange, and I found it a little surprising, because the mister was 26 years old when we started dating. But that’s one of the special things about him – he takes these things very seriously. So, you can imagine that proposing would be a big deal to him, right? Well, you’ll have to wait to find out about that story!
Were you set up by friends? Did you move in with your significant other when you were dating? How long did you wait to say “I love you?” Do you love Ryan Reynolds too?