Where is the love?

Oh my god...

I've spent my whole life with an antagonistic perception towards marriage. And babies. And the world of adulthood. I am 31 years old going on 14 and have no idea what a real life is. I've never actually wanted to know. I've been content to live the life of a 21 year old in NYC. Wait tables, drink with friends, rinse and repeat. It's easy. How could it not be?

Then I woke up one day and went to work. I thought it was going to be my typical day. I was working the day shift at another crappy job that was paying my bills. What I was completely unaware of was was that the rest of my life would be determined by that silly day shift.

Chaim walked through the door. I asked him for help setting up and was completely oblivious to the fact that for some strange reason I could not look away from him. Every time he looked at me or made small talk with me I turned into the school girl who used to sell you Girl Scout cookies. I blushed when I would even think of him. Then one glorious night he asked me to have a glass of wine after work. And we realized we had a mutual love of religion. And politics. And sports.

One drink turned to two. Then we were going out for drinks as friends a few nights. This man standing in front of me was no longer a manager and my co-worker. He was someone I could talk to, confide in, be friends with. Then the hurricane hit...

Floridians are well equipped to handle hurricanes. New Yorkers are pussies. This was not a hurricane. My Floridian friends and I got drunk. It's called a Hurricane Party. New Yorkers should Google it. I begged, in my drunken stupor, for him to come hang out with me. Being a gentleman, he declined. I respect him for that.

A few weeks later, after a tumultuous interlude that is not worth going into, we came together. I have never been so happy about anything in my entire life. I have met the person I will spend the rest of my life with and I am incapable of describing how exultant you feel when you meet your soul mate. Which is a term I used to think was ridiculous.

I no longer feel that way. One day you are walking along, completely independent and aware that you are born and die alone, and the next day you realize that you were put on this Earth to meet this person. Every second of your life was leading up to this. Every poor decision you've made, every bad relationship, every time you've been screwed over (or screwed over someone else) would have meant nothing if you hadn't met this person. Every mistake, every failure, every bad choice, lead you to them. And you wouldn't change a thing. Because it would mean you never would have met them.

And suddenly the world opens her enormous heart to you. And you see the reason for living. Because what was the point before them? And why would you want to continue without them?

I cannot wait to spend the rest of my life with this man. I want to marry him and have kids with him and build our future together. He is everything to me.

Here is the love...