Met my dear husband in college through mutual friends, after I had been away for a semester abroad (and during that time his group of friends got to know my group of friends quite well). We hung out almost everyday (not alone) just as friends (he had a girlfriend back home).
Fast forward almost a year - I lived off campus so I never saw him, and my roommate came to me one day and said, “Scott got a makeover! He is REALLY attractive now!” So, of course, I kept my eye out for him after that and lo and behold (even though I had already been attracted to him before but ignored it due to the girlfriend), he HAD changed - no more glasses, different hairstyle, no more braces, no more Hawaiian shirts

. Talked to him again. Still had girlfriend.
Spring semester, we were at a household fair (like sororities/fraternities minus the excessive partying and adding the faith) and my household’s table was next to a guy’s household that had a massive jar of pickled eggs - “Eat a pickled egg, save a soul” was their motto for the day. So, my friend and husband both kind of dared eachother to eat one and they did, but Scott couldn’t bear to swallow it, so he sat there and chewed on it for about 15 minutes, before he ran to the bathroom and basically threw up. Came back and I saved him with my Coke

. We ate lunch - found out he broke up with his girlfriend and resolved to ONLY date Catholic girls from now on (she was Wiccan). I liked him by this point - he still thought of me only as a friend.
Next month - Singles Mingle Dance. I go with my girlfriends, as I do every year. We dance it up. Slow dance comes on - I’m sick of not being asked by a guy to slow dance (they’re sissies about this!), so I look around - Scott’s standing by and I’m comfortable enough with him to just go up and ask and it not be akward. At that moment, he’s trying to work up the courage to go ask another girl, who he’s planning to ask on a date. I go up to him, ask, he says “yes” and we dance. He immediately falls in love with me, dances with me 4-5 more times that night and follows me around the rest, trying to be near me (while I’m dancing it up again with my girlfriends). He’s never had eyes for another woman since and we began dating about three weeks later (after I spent A LOT of time infront of the Eucharist on spring break, making sure this is what God wanted), got engaged 3.5 months later, married a year after that and have been married for a little over 6 months now

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Okay, that was a long story, but I wanted to share so thanks for reading
