Looking back at old times

I found an old journal that I'd started keeping in 1993, a few months before I met DH. Of course, finding a treasure like that, it was all but a requirement that I go back and read the bits surrounding the time of our first date. It turns out that I first mentioned him about one month before he asked me out. He was nice, he was interesting, and even if nothing came of it (which I fully believed would be the case), it was nice to have a friend to talk to during class.

What's more interesting is what I wrote the next day. That was the day that I'd had my flash of foresight. I knew with no uncertainty that I'd be married. I could see it. I could feel it, and it felt so real. This was incredible when you consider that I'd doubted that I'd ever meet anyone. At the ripe old age of 23, I had resigned myself to reluctant spinsterhood.

I read a few entries to DH: the first one, the one about getting married, the one after our first date, and another. I thought he'd get a laugh out of it. It certainly made him smile. I don't think he realized that I was attracted to him before he asked me out. Judging by my reaction when he invited me to Perkins after class, I'm not surprised. It was silence, glaring silence as I played back his invitation in my head to make sure he was asking what I thought he was asking. It turns out he was. :)

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Oh, give me a break. Another Facebook prenancy announcement from a couple in their 40s whom, I assume, given that this is their first and they've been married for more than a decade, were suffering from IF until they reconnected with me, the bonafide Fertility Magnet. How do I find the $%@#*) reverse switch?

(I don't begrudge them their miracle, but what about me!?)