"But," I said, "he'll never ask me out in a million years."
Then I paused dramatically. "He's too cute."
Let's just say up to that point in my life, my experience with cute boys had been next to no experience at all. When I saw them, I put my head down and ran away.
And I guess you could say that this time when I ran away, the cute boy chased me; although technically I was the one to ask him out on our first date. If you know me at all, this shouldn't surprise you.
The rest, as they say, is history.
p.s. a few marriage posts from the archives in case you're interested
-a letter to my newlywed self
-our second anniversary day in pictures
-when you decide to love anyway
-the best marriage advice I ever got