8 years ago today was the date I officially submitted and admitted to "defeat." After years of strictly platonic relationships and "being picky" (which, in many cases, was essentially romantic snobbery on my part), I finally decided to give someone "a chance." As a fairly independent, self-sufficient, women's college graduate, I initially thought for sure that this dabbling in the dating world would be a fleeting chapter in my medical school career. Little did I know...
- how quickly I would fall for my very first boyfriend
- that my first dabbling would evolve into THE deepest dive of my life
In my pride (and secretly competitive spirit), I was awestruck that my heart had actually been successfully hooked by another. I even remember expressing my acceptance of his courtship by telling him, "OK, you win. You're the champion." [It didn't seem like that eventful of a victory for Mike... until I saw written in his calendar "I AM THE CHAMPION!"]
The rest is history. It's been a bumpy ride, but I have no regrets! Michael, darling, you may have been victorious... but I'm the one who got the prize! ;D I love you!!!
In the arms of my CHAMPION!