Hrm......
Martel and I met somewhere along the way our Junior year of high school. We went to a boarding school, and it was our first year, and my hall was the sister hall of his hall. He was friends with some of the people I was friends with, and so we'd just end up in the big group haning out together. I didn't know him *that* well, really- just hung out in his room with our friends on the weekends, played BS for long and loud hours during the afternoons.. that kind of thing.
Honestly, I thought he was a little bit of an ass- conserative and opnionated! BUT I'd always had a HUGE crush on him too.. he was always hot and his arrogance was sexy to me in a way.
Flash forward to my Junior year of college- Martel and I had talked up a storm on AIM since my freshman year, I was eight months out of a really really horrid relationship and living on my own. I went to visit my grandmother who was the next town over from where he was going to college, and I said I'd like to see him. I ended up staying at his dorm room (this was the day before his fall break started, mind you) for like, 7 hours longer than I originally intended! I invited him to see me in Asheville the next weekend, which he did....
Needless to say that saturday night I ened up ripping his clothes off sometime around 3am... and have been doing so ever since
this was November 8, 2003- we were legally married Jan 6 2005