A few weeks ago I invited my readers (you!) to ask me anything... And I promised to answer your questions in blog posts for all to see. Well, I believe I've more or less addressed all of your personal questions over the course of the last month. It's been so fun to interact with you in this way! If you ever have a question for me (about my life, my books, my publishing experience, whatever), please feel free to leave a comment or shoot me an email. I'm pretty much an open book. (Pardon the cheesy author pun.)
Anyway, I do have one last question to answer, but I've been saving it for this weekend. Lori at Beaumont Butterfly asked me something that seems perfect to share this Valentine's Day (or close to it): How did you meet your husband?
I love this question because it's so much fun to turn back the clock and remember those first few interactions with the man I can't imagine living without. Isn't it funny how a stranger can so quickly become an extension of your own soul?
Aaron and I met on a double date. Except, he wasn't my date. His roommate was. He-he-he!
It's actually a cute story... At the end of my sophomore year in college, I was in the library studying for exams. Unbeknownst to me, a boy named Aaron Baart happened to be in the library at the same time--and, according to his colorful storytelling, he fell in love at first sight. I don't remember anything about that night, but apparently I was wearing a green sundress (a dress I still have--and still fit into!) with my hair pulled back. Aaron watched me the entire evening, and when I got up to leave he grabbed his own books and raced to the door. He loves to recount how he leaned against one of the library pillars, lit up a cigarette, and casually waited for me to pass. When I did, he gave me a nod and a super-cool, "Hey." I ignored him. (Don't you love it?!)
Fast forward several months. In September of my junior year I snagged a date with a guy I had been crushing on for most of my college career. He was funny, sexy, perfect... but kind of shy--he suggested we each take our roommates along on the date. Of course, I wanted time alone with him, but I agreed to the arrangment all the same. That night, as we were all heading to my car (I was the only one of my friends who had a--very crappy, mind you--car), I held up my keys and asked who wanted to drive. My date, the shy guy, hung back. And his roommate, this spiky haired blond kid from Vancouver, British Columbia (the same one who watched me for hours in the library) snatched the keys right out of my hand and took his place at my side.
That night, Aaron told his roommate that he was going to marry me.
Believe it or not, it wasn't all chocolate and roses from there... I had to be convinced that this stranger was the man for me. But rough roads, roommates, and differences aside, we were married 18 months later. I've never looked back. And even after all this time, I couldn't be more in love.
Awww... isn't that sweet? ;)
Your turn: How did you meet your significant other? And if you're single, what are you looking for in "the one"?