For months, his sister kept telling me she had a husband for me. I brushed her off every time- until one day, just to get her to stop, I finally said, "Fine, give me his number. But it's not going anywhere." Ironically, I had already bought my ticket to Ghana months before- the country where he resided. George and I started texting, but honestly, I wasn't paying much attention. Sometimes it took me days- even weeks- to reply. But as we kept talking, I began to ask him all my deal Breakers questions, and somehow, he answered every single one just right. Then came December, and it was time for my trip to Ghana. The morning, we were supposed to meet, I was so nervous and excited to finally see the man I had been texting for seven months. Standing outside my house with my dad, I saw a white car turn the corner-and there he was. The moment George stepped out, something just felt right... and the rest is history.