A CORRECTION: Our wedding date is the not the day that started it all, as this wonderful page would suggest. It started for me much earlier, early spring 2002. Tsnail had borrowed cd's, came by to drop them off, and Jill and a few other friends came over. It started when Jill displayed her sarcasm in all it's glory. Silly, but that's what made me raise my eyebrow.
I was good friends will all her roommates and, given my propensity to avoid difficult or awkward situations, I left it at that.
But her roommates didn't. And she didn't. We hung out in a group of friends, and we started gravitating toward each other, but I still hesitated. Partially because of the roommate situation, partially because another friend claimed interest before me (you don't cross that line), mostly because I was a wuss and didn't want to deal with those partialities (which ended up being apparitions anyway).
My birthday came along, and my entire family was gone, so she offered to take me out to dinner. I had decided to ask her out at this point, but I wasn't going to ask her out on my birthday. I was planning to ask her out the next week, but she beat me to it (would I have actually done it the next week???? I'll claim for the record, because no one can prove otherwise, even though I can't confirm, that yes, I would have). She took me to a seafood restaurant, which I later learned was a big freaking deal.
Then we went to disneyland, then we kissed, then we dated for a little bit, then we showed up at my parents kitchen table, ring on her finger, parents unaware of the seriousness of the relationship.
It's been five years now, and I'm so glad she took me out on my birthday. It's been a great five years. She's been very supportive of me in my schooling, in my writing stories and books that probably won't ever make us much money, in my building a quarterpipe. She's a great mother and wife and I love her.
(I don't do sentimental, so this is as close as it gets)