Today, my beloved Fishdog and I are celebrating our 13th wedding anniversary.

Here’s how I met my perfect man…

The prologue to our story is that I dated a boy off and on for 4 years. It turned into a fairly unhealthy relationship. Basically, we became so used to each other, it was hard to imagine not being together. And, I realized that at 23, I was way too young to be settling. So, I kicked him to the curb.

Fast forward 3 months. The ex is pseudo stalking me. I’m on a date with a bartender and the ex shows up. I’m thinking, Wow, could this get worse?

No. It got better.

In walks the Fishdog. When I first saw him, I thought maybe it was the hangover causing all that woo-woo stuff going on inside me. It certainly wasn’t my date who was doing that to me. And the only feelings I had about my Ex at that time aren’t printable.

But, everytime I looked at this new guy, the woo-woo stuff happened.

I find out he’s one of my college buddy’s oldest friends. He had just graduated from college and had moved back into Little Rock.

He and I chatted for a while that night and when I left, I told my friend that he was the man I would marry.

And 15 months later, I did.

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