How I Met My Husband

How I Met My (Future) Husband/Current Fiance

Also known as:

The Tale of Lyndon and How He Got Out Of The Friend-Zone.

This is going to be a long-ish tale.

I shan’t tell you every little detail that led me to Lyndon. Or the way that our romance blossomed over the course of two years.

But I will give you SOME KIND OF AN IDEA.

I don’t tell you this story to try and rub in your face that I found happiness.

It is to prove to you that even if you haven’t met your future husband/wife, THERE IS STILL HOPE!

Before Lyndon and I got together, I didn’t ever see myself finding the right person.

I had given up on love.

It sounds like a movie trailer.

The story of Lyndon and me could easily be made into a Romantic-Comedy. It has all the ingredients!

So without further adieu, here is my best attempt at explaining what would eventually be known as: Lyndinette Grilliams (no one has ever called us that...)

To understand the course of events, you’ll need some background information.

To make this more fun, I may write some of it as if it were the script or plot of a movie or novel.

I may refer to myself in the third person.

You’ll just have to use your wits to figure out what’s happening.

Back in 2011, I met a guy. Now, if this were a movie, you would think this guy was the Leading Man.

He has all the right attributes, or so you would be led to believe. And the chemistry between him and the female protagonist is BEYOND QUESTION.

The girl becomes involved with this guy by the end of 2011 and all throughout 2012.

She gets to know his friend group. She accompanies him to social gatherings. All seems to be going well. We’ll call this pseudo-Leading Man, Earl.

It really seemed like Earl and I were made for each other.

But during the course of the year, things were not going as planned.

Meanwhile, in May 2012, around the time that things seemed to be going in a better direction while still going in the completely wrong direction, I met Lyndon.

He was tall and good looking.

My friend Joel introduced us casually. Lyndon didn’t seem too fazed by me.

A while later I saw him again, at Earl’s surprise birthday party no less!

He basically told me it didn’t matter what he said to me or if we got along because we were never going to see each other again after this particular party.

I remember sitting outside next to Lyndon, chatting to him casually.

I couldn’t tell what it was about him but for some reason I felt drawn to him.

He was funny, though very very sarcastic, which I didn’t like.

I left the party early to attend another friend’s 21^st, not thinking about Lyndon once I’d gone. I was still very much caught up in my drama with Earl.

But then, for some reason, Lyndon and I kept running into each other.

I got to know him better.

I don’t know why but we somehow thought it would be a good idea to hang out sometime.

I think I partly did it to get back at Earl. To try and make him jealous.

Hanging out with Lyndon was fun. He accidentally touched my boob when we watched ‘The Lorax’ -together on our first ever “hang-out” together, and he was really embarrassed about it, even though I told him it wasn’t a big deal and laughed it off.

After that we started hanging out more often. He would come over to my flat to watch TV with me.

When I got my devastating dissertation results he came over simply to give me a hug.

We initially bonded over various things, such as our love of correct grammar.

There was something about him that was different.

He was different to other guys.

After that we continued to hang out more and more.

I would text him during my early morning caregiving shifts when the girl I looked after demanded I not look at her. He was the only person I knew that would be awake at 7.30am.

We started texting every single morning while I was looking after that girl.

Eventually I found that Lyndon was my favourite person to hang out with.

When I ended my friendship with Earl after almost a year of tears and anguish, Lyndon was there to help me through it. He helped me pick up the pieces of what was left of me.

He became my best friend.

I friend-zoned him many many times.

I would invite him round to hang out with me and my other friends.

He was just another guy friend of mine, even though he was my favourite, I didn’t let this fact be known to him.

I would call him things like: “buddy”, “pal” and “friend” just to get my point across.

I sometimes worried that he had feelings for me so I tried to let him know that the feelings weren’t mutual.

One day, however, the feelings became mutual.

It didn’t happen overnight. And because up until this point I had a massive hang-up about ages (I couldn’t stand the thought of going out with a guy who was younger than me), it took almost a month for me to come to terms with the fact I had special feelings for Lyndon.

I never expected it. It came out of the blue. Well, maybe not totally out of the blue.

But it was unexpected.

Almost a year after we’d first met, Lyndon showed me that he cared about me more than I even realised.

It was after my horrific graduation where I spent the entire morning crying that I asked one specific person to come over to console me.

Lyndon.

And when he came, he brought with him my one and only graduation present apart from the beautiful flowers my friend Briar got me.

They were charms for my charm bracelet. Four of them.

Up until this point my charm bracelet only had one lonely charm on it, which had originally been my mothers and I had somehow convinced her to give me.

My charm bracelet was in a sorry state, and Lyndon knew this, as I had complained to him about it before.

But when he threw the little ‘Pandora’ box at me and I looked inside, I was actually blown away.

I never expected him to buy me a graduation present, let alone ‘Pandora’ beads that are crazy expensive.

This is an actual photograph from my actual diary.
Yes, my handwriting is very very messy.

It was that moment that I realised I liked Lyndon a lot, and as more of a friend.

It wasn’t even about what he did, it was about who he was.

And he was a really good friend to me, and cared about me, and was nice to me.

He stopped being so sarcastic when I called him out about it almost a year earlier.

He tried food that he normally wouldn’t because I wanted him to.

He was willing to better himself and change and grow.

He’s still doing that now.

One cold winter’s night I decided to ask Lyndon if he liked me MORE THAN A FRIEND.

I decided this was the best way to find out, as it didn’t allow me to do any of the hard work. I simply had to ask HIM if he liked ME. If yes, awesome, if no, I wouldn’t divulge the fact that I felt differently.

Pretty genius.

Lyndon admitted he did, after much convincing and reassuring from me.

So we left it a few days to think and pray about it and then decided to go for it.

The rest is history.

Lyndon proposed to me seven months later outside his house.

He got down on one knee and gave me a ring he picked out all by himself (I really love it).

So as you can see, the relationship of Lyndon and me grew out of a pure friendship.

Before we became boyfriend and girlfriend we had never even gone out for a meal or movie together. We only ever hung out in groups. It was ALWAYS appropriate.

More appropriate than I’ve ever been with any of my other close guy friends. I don’t pride myself with always being appropriate, but with Lyndon, it really was. And I’m proud of that, looking back at it now.

So there you have it.

Lyndon got out of the Friend-Zone.

It isn’t the easiest thing to do.

He definitely deserves a high-five!!!!

I hope you have been encouraged by this tale, or at least found it mildly entertaining.

And because I know Lyndon will be reading this, HAPPY ANNIVERSARY, BABE!

Love you lots!

So excited to be married to you in eight short months hahaha. (I’m laughing because our engagement seems to be lasting forever).

Good things take time, right?