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Ruthie
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It was back when I was a secular, non-denom Christian, and he wasn’t any kind of Christian.
We met at a gathering of mutual friends. My first thought on meeting him was, “Wow! What a pair of shoulders!” His, he told me later, was similar, but not about shoulders.
Later, a friend brought him over to help me move. A little bit after that, he asked me out on what turned out to be the “date from heck.” After that, our dates consisted of him bringing food (usually pizza) and a rented video over. We would talk for hours.
We both thought we were “just friends.” (Our friends saw the writing on the wall, though.) He moved in as a platonic roommate. Pretty soon I knew that I loved him, but didn’t know how he felt about me. I was fat and in my 40’s; he was fit and much younger. I didn’t think I had a chance.
A few months later, in the fall, one of my coonhounds ran full tilt into my ankle. It crunched. He took me to the ER; it was a bad sprain.
Later that night, I started crying and couldn’t stop. From somewhere (or Someone), he got a clue! He asked me if I was crying because I didn’t know how he felt about me. I said yes. I got *such *a smooching!
That spring, we went to the local Renaissance Faire. He had mentioned that he liked Turkish puzzle rings, and I said there was a jeweler there who sold them. He bought me one. I was taking nothing for granted, and he didn’t say anything, so I figured it was a “going steady” ring.
A couple of weeks later, he went to help a mutual friend move some furniture around. She called me, all excited, and said, “Congratulations!!!” That’s when I found out we were engaged!
God has really blessed us. A few years after we married, he decided he was a Christian, too - but we didn’t go to any church. Later, at the same time I was beginning to find my way to the Church, he had re-connected with an old friend. They were both fallen-away Catholics, and had served together in Korea. The friend had reverted, and in long online conversations, drew my DH back. So, just about the time I was working up the nerve to tell him, “You can do what you want, but I have to be a Catholic,” he came to me and said about the same thing. We started RCIA that fall.
Two years ago, we “swam the Tiber” together. And my teenage mistake was declared null just before our tenth anniversary, so we renewed our vows and had our marriage convalidated just after the noon Mass that day. Such joy! Now we’re up to 12+ years, and better than ever.
Happy Mrs. Ruthie
We met at a gathering of mutual friends. My first thought on meeting him was, “Wow! What a pair of shoulders!” His, he told me later, was similar, but not about shoulders.
Later, a friend brought him over to help me move. A little bit after that, he asked me out on what turned out to be the “date from heck.” After that, our dates consisted of him bringing food (usually pizza) and a rented video over. We would talk for hours.
We both thought we were “just friends.” (Our friends saw the writing on the wall, though.) He moved in as a platonic roommate. Pretty soon I knew that I loved him, but didn’t know how he felt about me. I was fat and in my 40’s; he was fit and much younger. I didn’t think I had a chance.
A few months later, in the fall, one of my coonhounds ran full tilt into my ankle. It crunched. He took me to the ER; it was a bad sprain.
Later that night, I started crying and couldn’t stop. From somewhere (or Someone), he got a clue! He asked me if I was crying because I didn’t know how he felt about me. I said yes. I got *such *a smooching!
That spring, we went to the local Renaissance Faire. He had mentioned that he liked Turkish puzzle rings, and I said there was a jeweler there who sold them. He bought me one. I was taking nothing for granted, and he didn’t say anything, so I figured it was a “going steady” ring.
A couple of weeks later, he went to help a mutual friend move some furniture around. She called me, all excited, and said, “Congratulations!!!” That’s when I found out we were engaged!
God has really blessed us. A few years after we married, he decided he was a Christian, too - but we didn’t go to any church. Later, at the same time I was beginning to find my way to the Church, he had re-connected with an old friend. They were both fallen-away Catholics, and had served together in Korea. The friend had reverted, and in long online conversations, drew my DH back. So, just about the time I was working up the nerve to tell him, “You can do what you want, but I have to be a Catholic,” he came to me and said about the same thing. We started RCIA that fall.
Two years ago, we “swam the Tiber” together. And my teenage mistake was declared null just before our tenth anniversary, so we renewed our vows and had our marriage convalidated just after the noon Mass that day. Such joy! Now we’re up to 12+ years, and better than ever.
Happy Mrs. Ruthie
) and earlier this month celebrated our 12th anniversary.
So the teacher mentioned that I said he was cute to him and next thing I knew we were going on a date! The rest is history lol
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It took me a while to realise that I had feelings for her from that first time we conversed! She knew so much about the Byzantine Church and also had so many questions that had got me thinking. I was still thinking that since she was on a date with someone else and I was essentially a lifelong bachelor there wasn’t a chance that we would see each other after that Sunday. When she came back to the church a week later without a date, I naively thought that perhaps she was just coming to the Divine Liturgy to learn more about the liturgy only…Over the following months we continued to chat after the liturgy, eventually becoming going to lunch afterward and finally I decided that I really should invite her on a true “date”.