Generic Romance

Every good story has a beginning. Mine starts young.

I was born the eldest child of my father. My dad had very old-fashioned views on life, and constantly treated me as a son. He traveled a lot for work, and when he left I was always the "man" of the house. While my sister was pretty much neglected by Dad, I was sent lavish gifts. My mom tried to counteract this influence, but by the time I went to school, the idea of being one of the guys was ingrained in my head. My mother, however, kept getting me "cute", girly hair cuts. Eventually, I just started growing it long to appease her.

Skip forward several years. I became hardened to the idea that I would ever find someone who would treat me as a woman. I became sure that the only love I could find would be some lovely lesbian who would want me to be as strong as the leading ladies in action movies. I could be that tough, but I still liked the idea of being held and comforted better.
I went to collage, certain I would never find a man to love me. Heck, I wasn't even sure if I wanted a man's love. Most of me still thinks of myself in the masculine. Wouldn't that be a bit homo? But the heart wants what the heart wants.

My friends from high school dragged me to the cafeteria for my lunch break and introduced me to a guy they met online. He was just as strange as I was, and I knew from that moment on that I loved this guy. I convinced myself that I could never tell him, though. For one, there was no way a guy like him could ever love a plain tomboy like me. We became friends, though. We hung out every day after classes, and talked about everything under the stars. He made me feel beautiful. I had never felt that way before. For the very first time, I didn't wish to be a guy.

His father started accusing him of being gay, because he was hanging out with a bunch of girls and hadn't put the moves on one yet. By this point, we were best friends. He told me everything, and I told him as well. We decided to "pretend" to date so his father would leave him alone.

If this sounds like something out of a corny romance, that's because it was. The guy made that whole story up so he could see how I felt about dating him. Being me and the anti-Romance-genre person that I am, I didn't even notice. I was happy to help him as a friend, and if he found another woman I would be just as happy to see him go. I love him, and I want him to be happy. It never mattered to me if that happiness was with me or another, so long as he smiled.

I never took him for the jealous type, but when another guy started showing interest in me, he stepped up. He told me about his corny romance plot, and asked me out for real. I agreed at once and never looked back.

Six years later, he joined the Army. After he got back from basic training, he asked me to marry him. He got down on one knee, looked me dead in the eyes, and said:
"I may not like fighting. I'm a pacifist, but I want to be able to support you. I have a steady job, so would you do me the honor of becoming my wife?"
"Yes."
Veriduin Veriduin
22-25, F
Jan 17, 2013