A good friend asked me the other day when I knew that Doug was "The One". Well, I'm not sure if it was really a moment or a collection of moments that blatantly showed me I should stalk him till he proposed...but one particular moment did stick with me:
We were in the car, his beat up blue truck, driving to a party at a friends house. We had been together for only a couple months, 3 or 4 I think. Anyway, we were on 9000 S. and I was feeling a little queasy. I asked him to pull over so he found a little side road and he held my hair back as I threw up all over the curb. Nice huh? Wonderful memory. But then, Then he promptly began to find a restaurant, any restaurant that sold chicken soup. Arby's-no. Subway-no. Blimpies-Yes! So come one now, how could I just go on with my life without the man who, not only held my hair back, but tracked down chicken soup because I said it sounded good.
It did take two more years to convince him he felt the same way but eventually after many threats, beatings and threatened poisonings, he saw it my way.
