How I Met My Prince
Two years ago, after being made to move back to Washington by my Alaskan based company, I moved in with Dear Friend. He secured a townhouse in my hometown for us to live in. Dear Friend was single, a guy and one of the most supportive people around me. I started working nights in Tacoma and he offered to watch Dude. On the surface, we functioned as a couple. We agreed to stay roommates until Dude had completed the school year. This was in August. By October, Dear Friend met someone and fell in love. He suddenly started skipping out on his share of the bills, his car got repossessed and then he told me about her in mid-November. He then announced that he was moving out at the end of the lease and in with her. The end of the lease was February, not June.
So during this time, I didn’t date. I was extremely busy with work and I had a guy roommate I didn’t want to explain. Besides, I had about all the attention I needed at work. I was a female dispatcher in a trucking company. Not only was I the “boss”, but I was young.
So, what’s that get a sassy, redhead who already made herself infamous in Alaska? Lots and lots of attention. The “you don’t need a boyfriend, you have us” kind. The “we’re your brothers and fathers” kind. It kept me from being lonely. Besides, I barely had time to sleep at home, let alone have a private life.
So, after the shock of “what am I going to do?” wore off and work slowed down, I created an online dating account. I flirted online a bit with my matches but wasn’t really ready to let them into my life until the Corporate Prince. I was worried that most of them couldn’t handle me working in a male dominated field.
The Corporate Prince is almost a fairy tale come true. Almost. (From this point forward in my tales, Corporate Prince shall be known as “CP”).
In early December 2006, I sent a wish out to the Universe. I wished for the exact person meant for me to come into my life. I left it really open. I didn’t specify anything beyond that he be the one meant for me.
Almost the next day, CP became one of my matches. We emailed back and forth but as Christmas approached, it tapered off. I spent that Christmas with a pagan friend north of Seattle. And that Christmas, she sent out a prayer that I find the one meant for me.
I heard from CP the very next day, December 26th. He had been away dealing with family commitments for the week leading up to Christmas. He hoped that I was still available and that I hadn’t lost interest and that I would forgive his absence. We exchanged personal email addresses and emailed back and forth a lot that day.
I stopped at the grocery store on my way home from work to buy myself bday cake and a bottle of wine. It was officially December 27th, slightly after midnight. The checker didn’t even comment on my bday when he carded me. I was pretty depressed that there would be no one around who’d give a rat’s @– about it being my birthday.
As I walked out to the parking lot, something shiny by the driver’s side caught my eye. It was a Scooby-Doo balloon that said “Happy Birthday”, a little deflated and wet, but in decent shape. I took it home.
I ate birthday cake by myself that night and drank my wine. I felt alone and dejected.
When I woke the next morning, it was to snow. Now, I’ve always wanted snow for my birthday and it was the very first time in my life that it snowed in Washington on my birthday! I blogged about it and off I went to work.
By this time, CP had read my blog and, AND knew where I worked. That night, he had flowers sent to my office. (He still says, “Do you know how hard it is to find a florist to deliver flowers at 9pm in Tacoma?”)
I called him that night. He offered to drive up from the Willamette Valley in Oregon to have birthday cake with me. For the rest of the week, we talked on the phone a few times a day and emailed more and more.
On December 30th, a Saturday, at 11pm, he talked me into letting him come up and meet me. CP offered to take me out for cake, stay in a hotel room and be respectful. I accepted. We talked on the phone for his whole trip up.
Around 3 am on December 31st, he pulled into my parking lot, stepped out of his car and at that very moment I knew he was meant to be my husband.
CP passed inspection from my dogs (very important and I’ll explain another time). We talked on the couch for a couple hours until I was tired. He offered to go to his hotel. I asked him to stay. So, he spent the rest of the night next to me just holding me while I slept.
The next day, he met Dude. We went to breakfast and spent time talking and talking and talking. He said he wanted to meet my family. So we drove north of Seattle to meet my friend that I spent Christmas with. And CP passed her inspection. She was quite charmed by CP as was everyone else who was there.
That Monday, which was New Year’s Day, we wandered Capitol Mall. I admired a ring in a jewelry store. We spent the rest of our time together until he had to leave to go back to the Willamette Valley.
The next weekend, CP picked me up after work and brought the kids and I down to the Willamette Valley for the weekend. We arrived in the wee hours of Saturday morning. We talked about sharing a life together. We talked about my moving to Oregon. He proposed Saturday night and I accepted.
(I’ll leave it here for now, more later).