This week’s guest post comes from Katrina. She writes:
My fiancé and I met on February 4, 2013. It was the first day of my semester at a technical college that was doing a partnership program with my high school.
I started the program thinking, “Well, it beats being in history class.” (The kids who did the program weren’t required to do history, but I ended up having to do it later on anyways because I couldn’t do the second part of the program.)
I figured I would take Culinary Arts, because it sounded fun.
We met on the first day of class.
Well, sort of. More like, I admired him from a distance because I was too shy to say hello. There was a really cute Chinese girl beside him (he is also Chinese), who I could have sworn was thirteen (and that I thought he had a crush on when he obviously didn’t because I’m like that), and I decided I would pass her a note, which would have to go through him to reach her.
We became friends, and I asked him his name.
Later on, the day before Valentine’s Day, he sent me a text and asked me out. My heart almost exploded.
We went skating on our first date, and I found out he didn’t know how to skate, so of course I was determined to teach him. We pretty much ended up hugging on the ice until one of us (him) slipped and almost fell. It was kind of funny. Kind of a lot.
Throughout our whole first date, he would do the sweetest gentlemanly gestures, like, holding the door open for me, carrying my bag, and letting me sit on his lap when we took a break because the bench was too cold (⍲‿⍲).
Our first date ended with a perfect kiss, (except for the screeching train in the background… Oh, the joys of Winnipeg) and he asked me to be his girlfriend. I said yes.
We spent a while dating secretly, which was tough. But it was definitely worth it in the end.
A year and a half later, we are happily living together and we just got engaged! (ღ˘⌣˘ღ).
We’ve had a lot of tough times, like the time when I told my parents about us being together and he thought they would make us break up, or the recent break-in, and then there was the work permit application (which a friend ended up helping us with because I just could not understand).
We’ve also had a lot of good times, like when we spent our first Chinese New Year together, or when we went to my family reunion this summer. We’ve been through it all, together. Which is really sappy, but that’s just how I am.
We’re a really awkward (some might say cute) couple who does everything together. We fight (a lot), we laugh (too much!) and once in a while, we even cry (well, mostly me, but sometimes he does too).
He drives me crazy, and I confuse him, but that’s the way we like it.
And the best part is, I’ll always be his red panda, and he’ll always be my puppy.