Westernwolf4 posted... I posted earlier in the thread that my wife and I got engaged fast, and had begun talking about it after our second date-although I did not actually propose until a few months later.
Our first date was a little like the Got to go see about a girl part of Good Will Hunting. We met studying abroad in London and had classes together. A bunch of friends were studying abroad with me, and we had been planning a trip to Scotland for spring break for months. We had tickets, itineraries, events planned, hotels booked since January. This was going to be our big blow out trip. I had had some great conversations and flirting with my future wife, but platonic so far. I was interested, but not doing anything about it.
My friends and I were waiting for the train to take us to Scotland, when the girl walked up to me and told me that her friends had bailed last minute on a planned trip to Paris. How would I like to go with her last minute?
I had the strongest feeling that this was going to be really important. I looked at her, looked at my group of buddies, handed them my tickets and left with her. And the rest is history.
My friends were pretty pissed at the time, but they were happily at the wedding a year later and we still talk about what happened on that train platform almost 30 years ago.
What the FUCK this is the kind of thing I needed to hear, that is amazing and I love it so much