According to research conducted by Chadwick Martin Bailey on behalf of Match.com, since 2007, 1 in 6 marriages met through an online dating service. If you count all committed relationships, this percentage jumps to 1 in 5.
I personally know quite a few couples who were introduced through technology.
When this phenomenon first appeared, there was a slight stigma, a blush of response. I remember asking a friend from another town where she met her new boyfriend (now husband). She looked down and spoke with hushed tones into a hand that covered her mouth.
“What?” I asked loudly to coax her into a more audible tone, “You met through an escort service?”
“No!” She blared and then still in a hushed tone, but directed more my way, she said a bit more boldly, “We met through an online dating service.”
As more matches are made in cyberspace, there is less stigma.
Mr. Muscle and I met the old fashioned way, sans technology, in college.
We first set eyes on each other at a weekend retreat for the student governing boards of our brother/sister dormitories. He lived in an all-male dorm. I lived in an all-female dorm. (Wiley and Earhart will sound familiar to Boilermaker alums out there.)
The focus of the retreat was to learn parliamentary procedure *yawn*. It was held off-campus.
Late Friday afternoon, my two girlfriends and I screeched to a halt at the retreat campground in a lime green Ford Fairlane.
As we drove up, the guys were playing flag football in a field adjacent to the parking lot.
I immediately took notice of a handsome buck wearing an orange Tennessee Vol’s mesh football jersey. The Tom Selleck-esque chest and moustache were both heart stopping. It was a nice sight to enjoy for a brief moment, before I unpacked the car.
(Side note: Ladies, hairy chests used to be very appealing. I still find them so and am mystified by the need to ‘manscape.’)
After dinner, we played ice-breaker games. One of these games included a leader naming two body parts. For example, the leader would call, “Toe-to-knee.” Two people who didn’t know each other would pair, one placing a toe on the other’s knee.
After touching, you introduce yourself to your partner.
When nose-to-ankle was called out, Mr. Tennessee in the orange mesh jersey, found his way over to me. He kneeled down and bit my ankle. That unexpected nibble got my attention.
I gasped, laughed, and looked down upon this handsome young man kneeling at my feet. I never knew how sensitive the skin around my ankle was until his nip. When I remember that moment, my heart still skips a beat and goosebumps appear. If I was given the gift to relive a moment in my life, this would be in the top 2.
|Providentially, a photo was snapped at our retreat the moment before the infamous ankle-biting.|
Aside from the obvious physical attraction, as we got to know each other better, we found we had spiritual chemistry and common life goals. Plus, he loved to make jokes and I loved to laugh at them.
Even during the times of struggle in our marriage, remembering those sweet times of our budding romance gives me reason to hope and persevere through the rough stuff.
Whether you met your spouse virtually or in reality, it’s good to remember the butterflies of your new beginning. It helps you get in touch with why you married.
“While he was still speaking with them, Rachel came with her father’s sheep, for she was a shepherdess. When Jacob saw Rachel, the daughter of Laban his mother’s brother and the sheep of Laban his mother’s brother, Jacob went up and rolled the stone away from the mouth of the well and watered the flock of Laban his mother’s brother. Then Jacob kissed Rachel and lifted his voice and wept,” Genesis 19:9-11.
Have you ever found inspiration in the muck through remembering your butterflies of new beginnings?
And will someone please explain for me the trend of grooming male chests of all their hair?
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