On Monday night, May 12, 2008, my best friend Beth and I chatted in my condo. At 9:00PM, Jake called. He had just passed the Centerville, UT exit. He “wondered” if he should stop by and see me on his way home from Spokane.
I looked at Beth. Beth looked at me. “Duh,” said Beth.
I said, “Yes. Come by.”
Beth said that I stopped completing my sentences. She said, “I’m leaving because you are irrational.” But then she parked her car in the parking lot and settled in to watch. She had a clear view of the Bridge of Love. Later, when I found out that Beth witnessed our first meeting, I thought, “How sweet. Snipers make the best friends.”
I stood on The Bridge of Love facing west. The lamps flickered. A gentle breeze kept the air crisp, but comfortable. Soon, I felt the bridge tremble. I heard manly steps. Then strong, masculine, hairy arms wrapped around me, and attached to the end of those powerful arms were thick, un-tapered man hands. He whispered into my ear . . .
We stayed like that for a minute and then I turned around and kissed him – on the lips even!
The next night we went on our first date. He came to work with me the day after that. And here, in a nutshell, is our happy ever after:
Jake took and passed the Patent Bar. I moved out of my beloved condo and into a crappy rental in Spokane. I quit my wonderful job of eight years. We got engaged June 8. We bought a house July 16. Jake studied and took the Bar July 24-26. We got married August 20, 2008.
On August 26, I started a new job. Jake started a new job a few days later. I got pregnant on election day.
(The next morning, still asleep, I asked Jake, “How does it feel to be the most powerful man in the world?”
He snuggled up to me and said, “Fabulous.”
Then I woke up.
“Oops," I said, "I thought you were Barack Obama.”)
In December our roof started leaking. On January 27, 2009, I was put on bed rest. May 15, I was laid off. July 1, Jake was laid off. July 31, we had a baby. Then our water heater broke. August 25, I sold my condo. Jake got a new job, but wasn’t paid, so he quit. Jake had nose surgery to fix his deviated septum. Six weeks after my c-section, I had an appendectomy. More job searching. In March of 2010, we sold our house and moved in with my parents. That same time, I found out about Jake's addiction. June 25 we moved across the country, going from a four-bedroom house to a tiny two-bedroom apartment. Jake started his new job July 6, 2010. I got pregnant again. And then, I had a miscarriage. And then a few weeks later, as a belated miscarriage complication, I almost hemorrhaged to death and Jake got hit by a car on the very same day – September 22, 2010.
So, to end this series of about Online Dating, where a typical profile might read, “I married a mechanical engineer / lawyer. He is a sweet, funny man, who hates watching sports and loves folding laundry. He bought a mini-van,” mine would have included the not-so-rosy details. Living happily ever after isn’t so much about what happens to you, it’s about how you handle it. And I can say that so far, I have lived happily ever after – even though our life isn’t perfect. And I’m so excited to spend the rest of our imperfect lives together.