March 9, 2013- the night of our first date arrived and I was a nervous wreck. I didn't understand how he could affect me so, but he did. Rock climbing was a success so we decided to continue the night at Oregano's. After dinner, neither of us wanting the night to end, we went to his house to watch a movie. And then he took me home, much to my disappointment.
I was completely smitten. The nickname of "my future husband" was no longer a joke.
We became inseparable, but he was slow to make any moves. On March 29th, twenty days after our first date, I decided to take matters into my own hands as I was growing rather impatient. We were at my house talking late into the night per usual and I reached over and grabbed his hand. That gave Mister Snow just enough courage to kiss me. And it was wonderful. We discussed the possibilities of the future and where our relationship could go and ended the night deciding that we would make it official and become exclusive.
Unfortunately, not all was well in paradise.