My husband and I met through Yahoo! Personals in November 2001. I was living in Fresno, and he is from L.A. It started out as friendship only. I let him know from the beginning that I wasn't looking to rush into a relationship just yet, and I wanted him to know me and vice-versa. For the next three months, it seemed like a fairytale. He would call during work and leave voicemails telling me how much he couldn't wait to see me, just saying sweet nothings throughout the day. When we talked at night, his voice was so soothing and beautiful, I felt like I had known him forever.
In February 2002, we decided to turn our friendship into a relationship. Although we still hadn't met in person, we both felt it was the right thing to do. We officially met in April 2002, and I must say, that day was truly the (first) best day of my life. When I saw my husband for the first time face-to-face, I knew that I had made the right decision.
The first year of our relationship was all long-distance, as I was going to school and he was working full-time. We spent one weekend a month together, which wasn't enough, but we made do for the situation we were in. Also, even though I was technically an "adult" (I was 20, he was 26), I was still living with my parents while going to school. They didn't approve of him at first. They believed that he would "use and abuse" me, and treat me like dirt. I knew he wouldn't do that because I felt different when I was around him. He made me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.
In May 2003, we had our first child - a baby boy. We were married in April 2004, and now, years later, we are still married and just had our 4th child - a baby girl. We have overcome many obstacles in our relationship, from family and friends, to strangers walking down the street, to co-workers and acquaintances. We mostly get the strange questions and comments from people who do not know us. Many people assume that I am Mexican/Hispanic. I am Guamanian/Chamoru, so I understand the confusion...sort of. Living in L.A., with all the racial tension that goes on between Hispanics and Blacks, we get the dirty looks and the strange questions. Some people go so far as to ask if my kids all belong to my husband. We just take it all in stride and hope that one day the world will have a better understanding of the meaning of "diversity".