And Jump I Did!

It has been a little while since I last wrote in my blog, so I will bring y'all up to speed fairly quickly:

May of 2012, I had honestly had enough of trying to meet gents the "old fashioned way". I had burned through a number of set ups by friends, and I figured that I was getting pretty old for the bar scene. A friend sat me down, wine in one hand and credit card in the other and signed me up for Match.com. We created a fun and honest profile, loaded up some recent pictures (lucky for me I had news ones taken that week), drank the rest of the wine and crossed our fingers.

It was tough at first. But I followed all the tips that the website suggested I follow. If I wasn't interested, I let the gent know right away, point blank, no room for interpretation. I emailed back and forth up to a certain point and then made actual plans to go out and meet in person. I would always send a text afterwards thanking them for their time ect.

And then the email arrived. It was from Ammex. He asked if my age parameters were a hard and fast rule or if it was more of a guideline, and if I would be willing to get to know someone "slightly" younger than those parameters, but who had a plan, a career and determination to have everything in life that he could. I am not going to say that I was hooked by any means, but I kept the door open for sure.

We emailed a few more times, and then graduated to texting and finally our first date. I had an incredibly crummy day at work, my hair wouldn't behave, I didn't know what to wear, I was exhausted, the words hot mess come to mind here. Ammex said that he would be at a pub, hanging out by himself, watching the Stanley Cup final, and would be there until the 3rd period. If I came great, if not, no pressure. I sighed, and ummed and ahhh'd. But in the end I threw on a baseball cap, a t shirt and some jeans and off I went. LA won the cup.

Fast forward 6 months to New Years Eve. We are in Banff and I was incredibly intoxicated and feeling a little down and out cause Ammex and I had been doing so well, and I was honestly thinking that he would have proposed to me on the ski hill that day, but nope. I had this saying of "nows a good time" whenever I wanted to illustrate that it would be a good time to propose if he intended...it usually came up when I was irked by something he had said or done. Now, my memory is a little hazy here, remember, I am pretty intoxicated, I made my usual remark on "nows a good time" and he responded "Yes it is" and there was the ring.

I jumped. No testing the water's temperature with my big toe. No second guesses. No hesitation, indecisiveness, dawdling, reluctance or stalling. I dived head first, and am living to tell the tale. April 17, 2014 I am set to become Mrs. Ammex.