Engaged after 2 months dating No sign in dirty sex chat typing
(Olivier is also a composer and musician, so I’ve been getting that one a lot.) I’m not in a rush.
I’ve never been one of those women who’s had this gigantic desire to get married.
As a compromise, we’ll divide our time between both, an option we’re grateful to have thanks to the flexibility in our careers (freelance writing and music). Olivier and I may only have five months under our belt, but we have the same chance at success in love and marriage as anyone else.
I’ve spent too much of my life proceeding with caution when it came to matters of the heart, but I’m done with that.
This combination increases the likelihood that a couple will charge into romance, heat up quickly, feel like they’ve found the one and get engaged.
And, of course, did he really want to be an American that badly?
Is this some sort of Gerard Depardieu à la “Green Card” thing?
Even in 2013 and all that connects us, it seemed impossible, and at the very least, silly to try to hang on to what we had. It was during those two months that we learned to communicate despite the distance and the occasional language barrier, remained committed, got to know each other in ways that maybe other couples don’t get to in each other’s presence and, of course, became masters of pretty raunchy dirty talk, anticipating all the things we would do to each other when we were reunited.
Yes, I still had my doubts, but I pushed through them, carried on and moved forward with loving this amazing man. A few weeks after my arrival in Paris, and after an evening of lots and lots of discussion about my fears, my concerns, and his ability to accept them and work with them, he got down on one knee and proposed.