Bella and Patrick
As a hopeless romantic I never had the best of luck when it came to men. I was always too picky; he's too short, not romantic enough, too egotistical, not polite, doesn't chew with his mouth shut, doesn't wear nice shoes, isn't chivalrous etc. In retrospect, I may have set my standards too high and come to think of it most of my friends DID tell me I was being unrealistic, but I never gave up. After countless failed relationships, my beliefs in true love and romance began to falter. I started to think that maybe I wasn't being realistic and my prince would never come.
After a rough breakup in 2011, I decided to change sceneries, pack my bags and move to Hungary. In Europe I tried to about dating and focus more on making new friendships, traveling and having a blast. I had my own little place that overlooked the city, and only at night would I look out the window and yearn for a love that I had only seen in movies. One evening, I invited a friend over for dinner. After a scrumptious meal and a few glasses of wine we got to talking. She told me of a website, OkCupid, that she was using to meet guys in Hungary for dates. She spoke highly of it and after a few requests, convinced me to join.
So there I was feeling as if I had hit rock bottom. I joined an online dating website. (No offense to anyone, not a bone in me regrets it now. It's just the things that were associated with online-dating). I took it as a joke. The first night I may have browsed a few profiles but then I exited the browser and didn't give the site much thought until I came home in, March 2012.
I was sick and bedridden for about 3 weeks upon my arrival back to Canada. I didn't have much to keep me company, as seeing friends was out of the question and I had read most of the books in my room. And so, my profile was re-born.
I updated all my information, made it clear exactly what type of person would interest me, and while I waited, I browsed. I initially decided to only look at profiles from my area. Long distance relationships never appealed to me.
I exchanged messages with a few potential dates but no one really caught my eye. Then one day, I think I was looking through my daily matches and there he was. MstrMaker. I instantly clicked on his profile. I looked through his pictures, checked his height (because I am not a short girl) and read his profile. Something about him, just made me smile. Then my heart dropped, he lived about 45 min away from me.
The next day, I opened my profile and saw that he messaged me over night. Short flirty messages turned into long serious chats and before we knew it we had exchanged telephone numbers. From the moment he sent the first message, I knew something was going to happen.
Finally the night of our first date arrived. Over the course of a few months I had avoided meeting him, I guess because of jitters over meeting someone off the internet. That, and the fear that something wouldn't click and we would lose the connection we had over the phone.
He picked me up, I still remember leaning out of my window in my room, anxiously waiting for a car to stop outside of my house. When he finally texted me that he arrived, I thought my heart would leap out of my chest. I was breathing heavily, and shaking so hard that I thought my knees were going to buckle under me. Walking towards him, out of my house, I can still see him leaning against his car casually, waiting for the official introduction.
"Hi Bella", he whispered.
"Hi Patrick", I whispered back.
The drive to the bar we agreed on was long and fairly silent. We both sat, stealing glances at each other and smiling. I could not believe my eyes, he was gorgeous, well mannered (opened my car door first), and dressed well!
That night our date took us to different places, a different bar to save my best friend who had been stranded, and finally on the pier in my area which over looked the lake. A romantic spot, perfect for new love. We shared our first kiss in the sweaty, smoke filled room of Spice (a local bar) and it was as books and movies described. Fireworks went off, and I felt like no one existed in that moment but us.
When he finally dropped me off 7 hours later, I was sad to leave him. We continued to text until he crawled into bed to sleep, and texted regularly until we saw each other next. It took three dates for us to become exclusive and a little under a month to exchange those three beautiful words, "I love you".
We have been together for all of six months (officially) and though we have had tough obstacles, there really isn't anything we can't get through together as a couple. Not one day passes where we don't tell each other how lucky we are to have found this love, and I never fail to tell him that, though he isn't the first one I said "I love you" to, I have never meant it before him.
Because with Patrick the world makes sense to me now. I understand that true love exists and sometimes it just takes a little time to find. I am still a romantic though no longer hopeless. He is my rock, my everything, my one. He is the wave to my beach, the mate to my soul, and the beat to my heart. I now found myself my prince and my happily ever after.
**footnote** I hope if someone managed to read this, and not die of boredom or excessive eye rolling, they themselves have found a love as true as this or are looking for this same feeling. If you are the latter, please don't give up. There are billions of people in this world and I truly believe, with all my heart, that there is someone out there for every single person. Be proud of who you are, wear your heart on your sleeve, take risks and one day you will find the one you are meant to be with. Sometimes all it takes is a broken heart, a little tape and a wonderful person to heal all wounds with kindness and true love.
Patrick, if you happen to read this (you're at the gym right now) I just want to confess my love for you again. Thank you for being the most wonderful man, and thank you for all that you've done for me. Thank you for being there for me, and making me feel like a fairytale princess. My love for you is so strong and I would fight dragons, gnomes (;) and orchas (I don't know if I spelled that right) for you. I will give you the world at your feet and do anything to make you happy. I love you Patri. Forever and always. Pinky Swear.
On the most final note, I would like to extend a thank you to OkCupid. You made a believer out of me and proved that true love is not limited to anything. It can hide anywhere in the world and pop out at the most unexpected moment. Thank you.