The reply I received went something like this: Ok,
little miss four days later! Good thing I remain
optimistic, ‘cause it was beginning to look like I
wasn’t going to hear from you!
Matthew later told me that those were the most
torturous four days of his life. He kept his phone
within an arm’s reach and pondered whether or
not I was playing hard to get or something. When
he didn’t hear from me right away, he had called
the restaurant (from California!) in case I had “lost
his number.” Patience is not this man’s greatest
virtue; I can definitely attest to that now!
I don’t want to skim over anything, but I also don’t
want to drag this out for weeks. So let’s just say
that I called Matthew that evening, and by the end
of about a one hour conversation, I knew I had just
met the man who would one day be my husband. I
called my best friend the next day and told her so,
which, naturally, was met with a somewhat
apprehensive “umm… ok?”
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Story of my life
RomanceStory of my life is not copied....even story of my life is a song LOL....XD :)