L.O.V.E.

I'm watching the new German season of "Popstars" (best Music Casting Show on Geman TV).

There was a girl, she was 20 years old and she made it to the re-call. Then, the jury asked her where she's living and she told them that she actually lives at a shelter for homeless people. The jury asked her to tell them more about it and she said that her mom lives in England and her dad lives in Bavaria (South-East Germany). She had an apprenticeship in Nordrhein-Westfalen (Middle-East Germany) but lost her job and couldn't pay her rent anymore so she needed to move to the shelter.
They asked her why she doesn't move back to her dad and she confessed that she's afraid he has a go at her, that he laughs at her and tell her that he knew she won't make it.
So she rather lives at the shelter than moving back to her dad. That is sooo sad. One of the jury member - who is a dad as well - went up to the stage and gave her a big hug and comforted her.

And that made me cry. I cried because I felt her pain.
If D. wasn't already sleeping I would've hugged him.

Journey To The Past

As my younger brother moved in with my parents again (he's in the mid-twenties and has had his own apartment for about 5 years now - but his apartment was sold so he needed to move. Don't ask me why he moved in with our parents but well, he did...), my parents needed to tidy up a bit. The room my brother lives in now was a storage room for everything, a cluttered storage room in the basement. So my parents started to sort things out first, separated my things from my brother's and theirs and put it in another basement room which is the guest room (which is used not often).
So as my pregnant cousin and her husband are going to visit us next weekend my mom forced me to sort my stuff out. She asked me quite often in the last weeks but I dodged it - until yesterday.
I went over to my parent's house to meet my past packed up in boxes. I hate journeys to the past. Inconvenient...
As I started to unpack the boxes, I found some old books from school (elementary to training school) and self-made pictures from elemantary school and other things for the garbage bag. And I found some old letters from an ex-boyfriend and letters from former pen pals - I asked my mom to burn them up. I also found my old Barbies and their clothes, my favorite doll named Sissi (like the Austrian Empress) and her clothes, some stuffed animals which I want to keep because they mean something to me.
About 3 hours later my journey to the past was done. I found many pictures and things which reminded me of some happy and funny and sad moments in my life. I'm glad that I did this journey yesterday and enjoyed it much although it was work. I kept books and pictures of those moments I was happy in and put the unlucky moments into the garbage bag - I sorted out my life and it feels good.
This was my first step and I hope the next steps will continue :-)

Back To Life

As mentioned, I started working again. It's just a part-time job (25%) so I'm still a SAHM but I am able to meet other people and it's a step back into real life.
I do work in the cafeteria of a home for the aged. It's quite easy and the people are very kind. I need to serve coffee and cakes and - depending on the shift - I do serve their lunch. The elderly people are happy to meet a friendly and young woman and so they are as satisfied as I am.

Serving people is not my profession though. Originally, I did an apprenticeship as clerk in an industrial company. After finalizing my apprenticeship I was employed as financial controller in operative management. I hated this job. It was boring and I needed to bother my colleagues. Data here, numerary there - boooring. I always wanted to work in the marketing or sales department, using my foreign languages which I learned for so long. But I needed to stay in the controlling department.

So when I need to get back to my realy work, to my company after my parental leave I really hope to get a part-time job (50%) in another department.

Have a wonderful day!

I'm still here - somewhere

Hi :-)
Oh, I know, it's been quite a while. So much happened in the last months and I needed some time to sort it out. I'm still sorting things out.
I started working again, I started a therapy and there are some problems concerning my marriage.
The feelings are nearly gone and I'm totally hacked off and overstrained.

So I guess it'll take a while until I'm fully back...

Yours,

Never Wanna See You Unhappy

I don't know why but there's trouble in the air. There are some couples just around me who have trouble in their marriage. And this scares me a lot. A lot lot!

One of my friends told me that her husband even sleeps in a seperate bed because he don't want to stay up at night when the kids are crying and he also don't want their kids in the bed. She's quite unhappy and told me it's like a "partnership of convenience". He doesn't help her with the household or the kids. He says, he's working and needs his spare time and don't want to waste it by playing with the kids. So there's no chance to her to go out and relax.
Another one told me that she's going to get divorced soon because she couldn't stand the thought to live with her husband until death do them part. But she just didn't do the step to split up because of their son. So if they won't have a kid she would've been gone already.
Hubby's best friend's wife has trouble with her husband because she thinks he's cheating on her (and there are some reasons that argue against him) and there is so much distrust in their marriage now. They both feel unhappy and uncomfortable with each other and don't kiss or talk anymore.

I could go on and on with that list. And it scares me so much that we'll be the next couple with trouble...
But instead enjoying being happily married and work on this I do ruin it. I don't know why but I try to ruin my marriage before getting in trouble. That's stupid, I know that. I just experienced that yesterday when we had an argument because of a silly thing.
How dumb am I? Ruining a happy marriage because I got scared of others who are in trouble? Damn it!
I really want to safe my marriage, I do love my husband and I want to spent my whole life with him! So as we say "Einsicht ist der erste Schritt zur Besserung!" which says as much as "Knowing your faults is the first step towards improvement!".

I really do hope that the other couples are finding their way back to a happy marriage or find a straight way to split up.

Let's Get It Started

Hi :)
I had an appointment at my gyn today. You know, just the normal two-times-a-year-appointment to check if everythings OK. He asked me if I'd need another prescription for the Pill and I just said "no". He grinned and asked "numero due?" (he loves Italy and has a holiday home there, that's why he asked in Italian) and I nodded.
So he was more pleased to check if I'm ready *gg* And well, yes, he gave me the go-ahead.

We agreed to get started, to really get started in June. So my body (means the ovaries) has some time to get ready, too and then we'll see what happens.
I know that it could take quite a long time and I know that there's a risk of miscarriages but we are full of hope.

And don't tell it to the world, nobody knows yet. And we won't tell it anybody. We'll tell our friends and family when we were successful ;-)

Have a wonderful day!

Recap

As I mentioned on Friday, we were invited to a wedding party on Saturday night.
My great cousin and her now husband got married at a wonderful beach on a Thai island in December 2009. And as they wanted to celebrate their marriage with their family and friends nevertheless the planned to have a beach party.
To me (and not only to me) it was a bit weird. They hired an indoor beach hall to celebrate. Outside, there's still snow and it was really cold. But you never wear a sweater at the beach, do you? So I dressed like going to a summer party: a purple summer dress, a bolero and coz of the cold I wore a leggins, too. For the journey to the indoor beach hall I wore my boots and changed to flip flops there.

And damn, we had fun. It was a really great party! Nice music, yummy food (they had a Spanferkel/sucking pig and a chocolate fountain) and we played beach volleyball and danced. We had a great time :-)

The next morning, we met with my great cousin and her husband for breakfast and we could talk unhurriedly. Then we drove back home, picked up D at my in-laws and enjoyed the rest of the sunday.

So, we had a great weekend and enjoyed the time very much. Although I felt that I'm just complete with D and hubby! :-)

Two In One

Today, I had an appointment at a dermatologist. Usually, this isn't the kind of doctor I'm visiting. Actually, I never visit a dermatologist. I just did as a teen coz of my really bad acne. (Finally, they sent me to the gyn for getting the Pill and the problem stopped!)
So, I haven't been to a dermatologist for about 15 years. As I sat there in the waiting room, waiting to get called for the doctor, I wondered why all the other people are there. And damn, there are maaaany reasons for seeing a dermatologist: verrucas, cancer prevention, neurodermatitis etc. My head keeps spinning around and the longer I sat there the worser und uncomfortable I felt. I thought, waiting there was disgusting... (Same as peeing at the gyn - you never know if there was someone with a clap or anything else.)
OK, I sat there for about 45 minutes and this is quite a long time. Even if there are no magazines to read. And as I just own a hundred years old cell, I couldn't play or blog or whatever. Gladly, I had my super cute and practical planner with me for starting with this post ;-)
I just finished it when they called me in. The dermatologist looked at the small blisters at my hand (my mom presumed that they are sebaceous glands and my brother's new girlfriend - a nurse to be - said it could be verrucas) and asked me straight away: "Are you pregnant?" I looked at her "Uhm no, not as far as I know" and she just nodded. I asked her why she posed this question and she told me that those blisters can happen with pregnancy. This confused me... After all, she said that that these are blisters caused by stress. Yes, stress blisters. Funny, don't you think? I don't know why I got stress blisters but well, they are there. So, I was very glad that the blisters are harmless.

When I got home, I did a pregnancy test. Remember, that I wanted to do it either? The dermatologist really confused my with her question so I need to know for sure. It was negative. Of course, it was negative!

I will go to bed now, put the doctor's cream on the blisters and hope to sleep well. And hopefully, the fairy of dreams shoo the stress away... :-)

Good Night!

Imaginativeness

(what a cool word...)

If I wouldn't know it better, I'd say I'm pregnant.
Yes, all symptoms are there and it feels real: I'm totally tired and am able to sleep the whole day through, I'm always hungry and could eat a bunch of food and I'm still hungry and there's a dragging pain in my underbelly.
But to face reality I know that it's impossible. Maybe it's really just imaginativeness coz I really wish to be pregnant now.
Hubby looked at me with horror when I told him about those symptoms. He thinks it's too early to be pregnant again. And there are some insecurities with his job as they want to reduce their loan and working hours. If they really vote it through than we're in real trouble and we need to say good-bye to another kid. I need to get back to work then.

I do hesitate if I should do a pregnancy test so that I'm really sure. I really wish to get pregnant again, having a sibling for D as he likes kids really much, getting another aggregation of hubby and me. On the other side it's a big financial risk and I'm not sure if I can challenge so much trouble...

Saturday Night

Good morning world! Hope you had a great weekend and did enjoy it. I did :-)

Saturday afternoon we took D to the in-laws as he'd stayed with them until Sunday. It was the first time he stayed there over night and so I wrote my IL an "instruction manual" when D is eating, going to bed and waking up. All those things that are daily routine but the grandparents don't know. Usually, D stays with my parents once a month that we can go out. But we are invited to a wedding party (my mom's godchild) and we won't take D with us. So he needs somewhere to stay and the IL are a good solution. But we decided it's best if they'll do a trial sleep-over-night that both of them get used to it a bit - in case that it won't work or questions come up. But everything was fine and so I'll do not need to worry.

After we took D there we were out for dinner at a nice Italian restaurant (I think the regular readers already found out that we love Italian restaurants...). Then we picked up some friends and got to a billard hall to play billards and table football. We had a lot of fun although we found out we're not used to this anymore. I was sooo tired and they were, too. Finally, we got to a bar as well. But this was such a wrong decision. I'm sure we raised the average age for about 5 years (we are between 28 and 35). The music was quite loud and we wondered that House music is still up to date. Our cocktails took hours to arrive. But we laughed quite much at those teens, especially at the girls with their deep neckline and high-heels they couldn't walk in.
Although we were tired and "old" we had a blast and enjoyed it very much :-) It was a nice night out and I think we will do this somewhen again!

Sunday, we were able to sleep in and have a wonderful breakfast before picking up D.

So, the weekend was really gread and I did enjoy it very, very much!

Have a wonderful Monday and a good start into this first week of March (time's flying fast, isn't it?)!

Fur

Somewhen today, my tongue felt quite funny. I couldn't describe how but it felt unnormal. That night, after dinner, it felt furry. Yes. Just out of the blue. I was a bit concerned coz I was ill quite often and I don't want to see my doctor again. He'd think I'm a stalker or something like that. But a furry tongue isn't a good sign, don't you think?
So I looked it up in the net. Thank God for the internet, I'd be lost without it…
On some hits they said it's because of antibiotics or allergies or vitamin deficiency. And there were a lot of other frightening illnesses like diabetes and stroke. I don't wanna think about this things so I first thought it's still because of the antibiotics. But it's a week now since I took the last tablet so it's unlikely. And then, I couldn't remember when I ate an apple or other fruits or fresh vegetables. When I told hubby that I think to have a vitamin deficiency he was laughing and told me that this couldn't happen to us. I told him that I didn't eat fruits or vegetables for a very long time. Just toast, raspberry jam, noodles and meat. Well, there are not enough vitamins to stay healthy…
Now, I don't wonder of being ill so often anymore. I decided to eat more oranges and apples and papricas and other healthy, full of vitamin food. This is good for my figure, too.
I will cook more often and get back to my "Metabolic Balance" a bit. At this time, I wasn't ill at all. I was just aggressive because I wasn't allowed to eat enough *gg*

As they say: "An apple a day keeps the doctor away!" (and probably a furry tongue as well…)

Have a nice day!

The Question

Yes, a Sunday post *shock* Uhm, hubby's still sleeping as though he needed to work at night and I'm a little bored. So I thought I'll post a bit...

And there's one question I wanna talk about. One question which really needles me. One question I get asked more often than "How do you do?". This one question get me down. And this one question infringe on my privacy.
What question? You really wanna know?
It's: "When will D get a sibling?" Or: "When will you get pregnangt again?" Or: "Already planning the second?" And the best version: "When will your second kid be born?"

Oh, this annoys me so much. I feel really annoyed when I hear that sort of question. I'd never do that. Never. I think it's the decision of the parents. I'm not allowed to put pressure on them. That's no concern of mine.
And yes, I do expect the same respect from others. They'll tell me when they got pregnant or if they plan another one or whatever.

So whenever someone asks this question I do react like this: "Another one? Hell, no! One is stressy enough and I don't feel like getting through this all again. We will have an only child. Really, we will!"
Reactions? Shock! And this is what I want. This reaction points out that they never ask again.
We told our parents and our very best friends that we're planning to get pregnant again this year. Nothing more. They need to wait, too. I don't want any pressure from others asking if I'm already pregnant. I want to have fun planning the second kid. Not thinking I'm on duty, if you know what I mean.

Any other experiences on this thing?

Have a wonderful Sunday!

Streusel Cake

Hi there!
Sorry for the few posts this week. It has a cause: remember I told you I have bronchitis? My doc gave me some antibiotics and surprisingly I bore quite good with it. Yes, I thought I bore good with it. Tuesday afternoon, I took the last antibiotic tablet and on Thursday morning, I looked like a Streusel Cake. You know, red pustules all over the body, it's itchy and ugly. So Thursday morning, I had an appointment for gastroscopy first (ending up that they luckily found nothing). So when I woke up and take a shower I noticed the rash for the first time. And it was really horrible.
Nevertheless, I went to that gastroscopy thing. After I woke up and was finished there hubby took me to my GP for showing him the rash and ask if it's because of the antibiotics. Well, he told me that the rash is a side effect and prescribed me a salve.
I cannot sit quite well and despite putting the salve all over my body the rash is still itchy and I feel very uncomfortable. My doc told me that it'll be gone within the next few days, when my body is "clean" again. So hopefully I'll be back wealthy by Monday.

Have a wonderful weekend!

Fasnet 2010

Sorry for not posting the last two days. I was busy and yesterday, I was at an event. A Fasnet event.
It was hosted by my parents and some members of my brother's Fasnet club came over, wearing their Häs (kind of costume), to celebrate the end of the Fasnet. On their last day, they are wandering around the city and visiting all those kiddy carnival events. As said, they started at my parent's with some sausages and bread, beer, whisky cola and sparkling wine. I'm really not one of those carnival type of girl but as I know nearly all of this club I decided to come over with D. So we headed there and about 11:30 am the first bunch showed up.
They put up some party music and then we hang around, eating and drinking and talking. It was so much fun. Even D had fun. The club's costume is a wolf and he likes their masks and always did those "wau wau" (his word for dog) sounds, he danced coz he loves music and it was so nice seeing him that happy. Even the sun was shining, no snowing that day :-)
At about 2:30 pm they left for their tour de city.

We enjoyed the time very much and will be there next year again. And next year, D is old enough to join in those kiddy carnival events, too. I'm really looking forward and stay excited what kind of costume he'll choose then...

Have a happy day!

Valentine's Extravaganza - 10 Things I Love About Hubby

Happy Valentine's Day out there!

We just came back from our Valentine's dinner which is our Engagement Anniversary as well. We went to an elegant Italian restaurant and had a wonderful time. I did enjoy my really tasty tomato soup, the delicious self-made spaghetti with black truffles and a yummy pana cotta for dessert...



Before I'll go to bed I'm going to join in Mama M.'s last day of Valentine's Extravaganza and telling you ten things I love about my wonderful hubby <3

I love about hubby that
... he's a gentleman and opens doors for me or helps me with my jacket
... he still finds me attractive and sexy after the pregnancy (gaining about 22lbs which I still carry with me)
... he can handle my temper
... he's picking up fresh buns at the bakery on Sunday morning
... he helps me with the household
... he does diaper changing, too
... he's going to work and doing overtime so I can stay at home
... he is able to accept and live with the experiences I'd made in the past
... does quite well with my family
... he loves me for what I am

Enjoy your Valentine's Day like I did and be thankful for the one who loves you unconditionally...

Valentine's Extravaganza - Romantic Screw Up

Mama M. was asking about the most romantic screw up our hubby did for us, as part of her Valentine's Extravaganza.



Well, I gotta be honest, I thought about skipping this thing. But I want to do it completely so I'd join in either. You won't here a good story to envy you. No rose petals on the bed. No candles. No romantic stuff which you can call romantic. I'm sure the most romantic thing he'd ever planned and did was his proposal. Really, I mean it. But that's OK for me. We had some so romantic moments which weren't prepared.
I want to tell you about one thing: his best friend's wife's grand-ma is living in Hungary, near Budapest. They visited her very often and asked if we would like to come with them for some days. Renting a nice car and driving to Budapest, seeing Granny and having a nice time. It was a great idea. So Ghandi (his best friend, not his real name, I call him this coz with his glasses he looks like Ghandi) and his family had one car and hubby and me another. At this time, we were a couple for about 3 months. We stayed at a hotel and Ghandi's family stayed with Granny. One night, we went to Budapest and visited Budapest by night. We got to the Gellért Hill and well, it was just the two of us. It was quiet, not crowded anymore and he embraced me and we stood there - it was really, really romantic (and would have been a nice moment to propose *gg*).
So I think that was one of the most romantic moments we've had so far...

Valentine's Extravaganza - Fav Wedding Memory

This, again, is part of Mama M.'s Valentine's Extravaganza and she wants to know about our favorite wedding memories.



To me, it was the ceremony. Especially, when the pastor married us... It was the most overwhelming moment in my life (except giving birth) and it was like a dream coming true.
The ceremony was a very classic one coz we had a traditional (German) wedding. Our pastor is really cool and he did the service so wonderful, romantic and funny. We had the most wonderful singer around who I knew from my past singing in a choir - I totally adore her voice! After the marriage she performed "Das Beste" for us - this was the moment I started to cry...

I try to translate the refrain of this song for you:
>You're the best thing that ever happened to me
You make me feel so good
When you're around
I forget the rest of the world
You're the best thing that ever happened to me
It feels so good that you love me
I don't tell you frequently enough
Thank you for being there>

The rest of the day was really great, too but this is my favorite memory. As said, it was just overwhelming...

- If you would like to know more about German weddings, let me know and I will do a post about this. -

Have a nice day! :-)

Valentine's Extravaganza - How I Got Engaged

So, I'm sure you remember Mama M.'s Valentine's Extravaganza. It's time for the engagement story :-)



So yesterday I told you about our third date. It was the 14 August 2008 when we got a couple officially. At Christmas the same year, we spoke about getting married for the first time. We knew after a very short time that we are made for each other. And hell, we won't get younger... I was 26 and him 33 so it was time to go the whole hog ;-)
We were flying to Barcelona over New Year's Eve which we spent at the hotel room coz of food poisoning - very romantic though. But well, I think it was like a tryout. So as we were lying in bed, sleeping and puking by turns, we tried to take care as much as possible for each other. And we talked again about getting married if we pass the tryout - which we totally did- and decided to get married.
When we were home then I wasn't that sure anymore if he was really serious. So we talked about it again and he said that he wants to do a real proposal and is already planning it. Gladly, I told him that I would like to get married in summer and that I'd need half a year minimum for planning.
On Valentine's Day in 2008, we were a couple for exact 6 months now, he said he reserved a table in a nice restaurant. He didn't tell me what restaurant, only that I need to dress up solemnly. The restaurant he had chosen was a nice and elegant Italian one, at the foot of the television tower. It was really nice. Again, we were talking about the marriage stuff and I said that I won't start planning the wedding until I got the proposal and he said that he wanted to get married that year and I said I wanted to start planning and blablabla...
So after dinner, he wanted to get up the television tower. It was a veeery cold night and I wasn't prepared for that. But well, he wanted to get up and I said OK. Totally blonde, I didn't get this hint!
There were few couples standing up there and the wind was cold and it was so foggy. It could have been very romantic but the fog ruined it all. So he was embracing me and after a while he said: "Babe, uhm.... can I get a kiss?" So we kissed, still embraced. Then: "Babe, uhm.... would you like to marry me?"
Then everything made sense... I looked in his eyes, he was nearly crying and I didn't expect him to ask me that day. I was crying, too and all I could say is "Yes, I do.". So we kissed and then he broke out the jewel case and presented me the ring. He had this caseket in his trouser's pocket the whole night and I didn't notice it.
The ring was very simple, white gold with just one bling. Wonderful! (In Germany, it isn't usual to get a bling ring like in the USA. Usually it's a simple silver ring which both are choosing so that they both wear an engagement ring...)

So this was how I got engaged and every Valentine's Day we keep the tradition of having dinner in that restaurant and afterwards go up on the television tower :-)

Valentine's Extravaganza - Best Date Ever

Let's get on with our story! Today, I'm going to tell you about my best date ever. It was, of course, with hubby...
As I couldn't choose if Date One or Date Three was the best I'll tell you from both - as short as possible ;-) (Date Two was just a normal date...)

Let's start in chronological order with Date One:
It was a Friday, just a week after we met for the first time in real life. He picked me up, with his black Benz. I was deeply impressed - not because of his nice car - no, I was impressed that he suggested to pick me up. I wasn't used to this. Never ever did a guy pick me up for a date, those losers...
So we went out for dinner at a nice Italian restaurant. Both of us were quite shy and so we started with the usual small talk about job and weather and stuff. That night, the annual city festival was up and so we went for a walk through the crouded fair. And as I didn't want to lose him I took his hand - ha very practical, don't you think? After walking a while hand in hand - so that we won't lose each other *gg* - we decided to get some cocktails at a bar. And well we sat there talking for hours and enjoyed every minute. When walking back to the car he took my hand although there was no croud anymore - and the billions of butterflies got crazy in my stomach....
*sigh* This was soooo wonderful!

Getting on to Date Three:
Again, he picked me up. This time it was a Tuesday, 11 days after our first date. We went to a beer garden for having diner where we met some of his friends. After finishing our diner we went to another crouded city festival, just an other city this time. We had a beer and just walked through the fair. We met some other friends and a girl was just straight and asked him if I was his new girlfriend. He said yes. I was amazed coz we didn't talk about this before, you know, if we are already an official couple or just dating to get to known to each other better.
When we made our way to the car, just the two of us, I asked him: "So, I'm your girlfriend now, am I?" and he smiled his smile at me: "Yes! Uhm... I hope so..." (he hesitated if I'd be with him...) and I smiled at him, saying: "OK! I like it..." This was the moment he layed his arm around my shoulder and we kept on walking arm in arm.... *sigh*

Yes, those are my favorite dates ever! Ah, my butterflies are back :-)

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This is part of Mama M.'s Valentine's Extravaganza! Check it out and join in...

Valentine's Extravaganza - How I Met Hubby

Good morning, world! Hope your weekend was great and you enjoyed the time with your family around. I did, although I'm still having this shitty bronchitis and the coughing is quite nerveracking by now - after a week. And I do have an appointment at the dentist, just checking, but I don't like going to the dentist...

So this week I will post daily! :-) Yes, just because of Mama M.'s fantastic new idea: a week of love stories which she named "Valentine's Extravaganza". You can read all about it here and join in to share your stories, too.



She started yesterday with "How you met the love of your life". As I don't blog on weekends I'll join in this thing now. Stay tuned for the rest of our story :-)

Well, hubby and I met in a bar, the first time in real life, end of July 2007. But it all started some weeks earlier...
His then best friend - let's call her Beastie (not Bestie) - was a friend of mine, too. We met through a mate and Beastie and I got along well. Somewhen, she mentioned her very best friend and that he is quite a handsome and very nice man. From this day on, she talked about him every day! We were members of an internet community and so was he. Beastie and I sent each other some entries to our online guestbook and so he noticed me for the first time.
He was looking at my profile and asked Beastie who I am. Then she told me about this and started to talk about him even more. Hubby and I started to write emails and were chatting whenever both of us were online. We enjoyed it very much and there was a strong connection between us.
Beastie slobbered over him every time I met her. I thought that she's going to pair us off. I didn't mind either coz he really seemed to be nice.
Somewhen, Beastie and I were at the movies and after the movie she had the idea to ask what he's doing. He told her that he's in a bar with some friends. We decided to hop over to get a beer with them. I was kind of nervous but excited to meet him in real life...
When we entered the bar I saw him straight away. The bar was very crouded but he was really handsome. Beastie and him greated each other then it was my turn :-)
OK long story short, this was the first time I met him in real life and the connection in real life was as strong as online. We had quite a good time and so he asked me for a date. I was totally amazed and well, that was the beginning of our story...!

{I've got to say, Beastie isn't part of our life anymore. She wanted to tear us apart although she put us together. After hubby and I dated and it was getting serious she couldn't handle that anymore. It turned out that she was in love with him for the past few years but he turned her down. To him, she was a good friend but nothing more. As she forced him to choose between her and me, he chose me because that isn't what best friends do. Even some months later, she couldn't cope with it and was talking shit about hubby and me - acting like a dumb teenie although being nearly 30... }