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Wow Ruchie, we have similar stories. I got engaged Oct 2002 and broke it off Feb 2003 to someone who wasn't right for me (we had major religious differences). After a year of being single (though my mom put the bug in my ear about my bf -- she knows him from work) I went out on a date with him, a week later he fell in love with me (told me this later), two weeks later we both said the Big L-word to each other, and I've all but practically moved in. We even have our little ankle-biters named already. We're getting engaged this year, sometime, actually, in the next coupla months or so.

I never knew that I could be so sure so quickly. I would have said yes after two weeks also! I called my mom and told her that I was marrying him. She was like "ok, jules" but I didn't think that she believed me. I just knew! and so did he! He wasn't planning on getting married at all (he's 31) because of his past relationships and how he got along with women. We're best friends, and that's what makes the difference. He's also been incredible through all this IBS-crap.

Actually we have the funniest I Love You story. It was two weeks after our first date, and we had gone out bar-hopping with my sister and her bf. My bf ended up driving us home, and while heading down the freeway, he goes into this whole "I know that I probably shouldn't be saying this, but it's what I feel... Although I know it's way early...blah, etc., blah" spiel. I froze, completely knowing what was coming. Then, he said it. "I love you Jules". Mind you, my sister and her bf were in the back seat (though I think that they were making out). I had had a coupla drinks and just sat there in shock after he had said it. This is where we have different opinions on what happened next.

He said that I looked at him, said "awwww" and patted his leg. I like to think that I was a little more tactful, and mumbled something like, "that's so sweet", but he tells it to people the way he thought he heard it. Anyway, we rode in the car in silence until we reached the grocery store (needed more beer). I grabbed my sister and hauled her down the bread aisle and told here everything. She was shocked (in a happy way).

Later that night, I got to talk to bf alone (I still tell him he's a dorkwad for telling me that in front of other people) and told him that he had been drinking and that his judgement was a little off. If he remembered and still felt the same way the next morning, then I would believe him.

Well, of course he remembered and of course he felt the same way. It took a while for me to say it -- about 20 minutes or so

-- but here we are, stronger than ever!

Sorry for the novel!

~Jules

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~jules

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