Let's celebrate

Fausto and I met at a country bar many years before we officially started dating. He said he saw me across the bar and thought, "I have to talk to this girl." We chatted but I was not available at the time. He still managed to convince me to add him on Facebook though, because he was from Mexico and I had plans to travel there soon. Three long years later, I "liked" one of his Facebook pictures (he'll tell you I liked tons, it was ONE) and then he commented on one of mine. And so the story began (again). After a bit of catching up, he asked me out... for coffee at 9:00 am in the morning. Ok? Is this a date or a medical sales meeting? As coffee turned to lunch, and lunch turned to walking around Baybrook, holding hands like an Almeda mall middle school couple, I knew it was a date! On our second date, he told me he was going to marry me and he knew it from the first time he saw me. I was like woah, buddy! I blamed the strong Tiki Hut drinks. For some reason I didn't run for the hills with this early profession of marriage (and a house, and five kids). But as he tends to remind me, he's (almost) always right! We are getting married!