One Man's Story - Part II

On our first date Kate was cool enough to meet me at a sports bar so I could watch the game. When I saw her walk through the door, she looked so amasingly hot that I could feel my heart pounding. I had never seen her wearing anything but her dirty kickball gear, so this was almost like meeting her for the first time.

When the game ended, we went to dinner and talked, laughed and flirted for hours. We even made plans to see each other again. At the end of the evening I gave her a kiss. It was more sweet than passionate. Even though I was wildly attracted to her, I didn't push it. I wasn't interested in seeing how far I could get; I just wanted to spend time with her. Whenever I played that kiss over in my mind, it put a smile on my face. I couldn't wait to see her again.

Our second date was just as good as the first, and on our third date I introduced Kate to my friends. They've never been shy about dissing other girls I've dated, but they gave Kate the thumbs-up. When they told me they'd never seen me so happy, it really hit me: I was definitely falling in love.

About three weeks into the relationship, Kate went on vacation for a week, and I missed her like crazy. The evening she was supposed to arrive home, I got a call from her, saying that she was stuck in the Miami airport. She was alone and afraid that if she fell asleep she'd miss her flight, so I stayed on the phone with her all night to keep her awake. The wild thing is, there was never any dead silence. We could just talk for hours.

When she got home, I picked her up, and we went back to her appartment where we spent the entire day. That was the first time we got intimate.

I admit, I was a little nervous, but it ended up being so hot. It was a totally amasing feeling to sleep with someone who I cared about so much.

Over the next two months, I got to know her on a deeper level than I'd known any other girl. We talked about our families, our childhoods, experiences that had shaped our lives....basically everything. Plus, I never had to worry about her judging me. I have horrible allergies and sometimes have a hard time breathing, which can create some awkward moments in bed. But she never made me feel self-conscious.

I couldn't hold my feelings back longer so I said I loved her. She was the first girl I'd said it to and really meant it, but it came so naturally, I didn't even get freaked out about it.

Three months later, I asked Kate to move in with me. I was buying a house and wanted to start out in a new place with her so that it would be ours.

You always hear about couples shacking up and fighting over little things, like who's going to unload the dishwasher, but living with Kate is awesome. It was a pretty smooth transition. Having her around all the time just makes life more fun. Not that we never disagree. But when we do, we just deal with the problem immediately and move on.

Kate is everything I've ever looked for - smart and self-respecting yet she doesn't take herself seriously. Even my mom, who is hard to impress, loves her. So in July I proposed. I couldn't be more thrilled. I mean hell, I landed the sexiest, coolest girl I've ever known. What more could a guy ask for?