Once upon a time in the sweltering desert of Arizona lived a nice, young school teacher - that would be me. I was going about my business when a friend introduced me to Sam. After much coercion, some of his college friends and their buddies in the accounting world convinced him to move from California to the lovely, cactus-infested land of Arizona. One of those friends thought my roommates and I should invite him to a little birthday party and get to know him, since he was new in town. After meeting him, I was so impressed that I didn't hesitate long in trying to set him up with one of my close friends. She is quite a catch, and I was sure things would work out nicely for them. Well, I'm sure they had a great time, but while I was busy with other uh...interests...I noticed that Sam was spending a lot of time at my apartment. For awhile I was sure he had a little crush on my roommate.
After quite some time"hanging out", we had developed quite a friendship, and I realized that perhaps my feelings ran deeper than just friendship. Oops! I still wasn't sure how this love triangle I had made up would work out. I couldn't imagine not seeing Sam everyday. And then to my surprise, one late, rather awkward night, Sam asked me out on a date. He would say it was the worst date he has ever been on, and while I agree that it was strained, I've had many that were worse. Luckily we went out a second time, and it didn't take long before we were "going out", "dating", a bona fide "item". We have spent almost everyday together since then, and that has been many days ago.
Sam and I have had a great time getting to know each other over the past few years. We have dated three years, much to the chagrin of our family and friends, and we are excited to be moving on with our lives together. While it has taken us time to come to the decision to marry, I am thankful for the time that we've had together and for the relationship that we have developed. Sam is my best friend, and I am looking forward to spending eternity with him!