A few weeks before this fateful game my friends began telling me they had this guy I "HAD to meet." They had met him and become friends with him while he was serving a mission for our Church in their area and he was coming back down to start school. I have to be honest I was NOT thrilled. At the time I was content being single and just focusing on myself, and well, I can't say I'm a fan of being set up with anyone. SO, I wasn't really looking forward to meeting this mystery guy and was probably dreading it to be honest.
I can't say it was necessarily love at first sight. Like I said, I wasn't looking for a relationship and I'm not a big believer of the whole "love at first sight" theory. Actually as the game began we were sitting on opposite ends of the row from one another. He looked rather bored sitting down there. When I mentioned this to our friend he switchd places with him. We talked a little. I am
not so great horrible at small talk. I have the hardest time finding something to talk about and mentally shot down all ideas that come to mind because they just seem lame. Matt remembers much more about that night than I do. All I remember was him telling me he wanted to be a doctor. Why wouldn't I remember this little tidbit? Doesn't every girl dream of marrying a man how is insanely successful and can support a lavish lifestyle? LOL, I assure you I am seriously NOT that shallow. I am incredibly self driven and do find motivation incredibly attractive.
Anyway, so we did some things with friends a few more times. Neither of us thought the other was very interested. Like I said, I'm not big on small talk, and more times than I like to admit it comes across as dislike for the person I am speaking with. All of this aside one short month after that Astros game we were engaged and planning a wedding.
And spending every possible moment together.