David and I had our first date on October 4, 2003. We met at the Foggy Bottom metro station, and took the long walk through Georgetown. We had ice cream, watched Out of Time, and ate Italian food. He had the band sing “happy birthday” to me during dinner (my birthday was the week before), and we talked the entire time. He made me laugh and shared deeply personal stories about his upbringing. It was technically just dinner and a movie, but it was the best date I’d ever been on.
David says it was love at first sight for him. He tells a story about seeing me walk into a room and then telling his friend he wanted to marry me. I didn’t feel the same way about him initially, but I was the first to say “I love you,” and we have been married eight years now, so I guess it was meant to be!
My husband was nothing like anyone I’d ever dated. He is the complete opposite of the guys I knew growing up around SF. I always knew I wanted to be married and have children, but I am also sure my life would’ve been completely different had I come back to the Bay Area hoping to find the man of my dreams here.
My husband was born in Mississippi, and he is a true southern gentleman. One of the reasons I was so impressed with him, is that he treated me like a lady. I know that seems old school, but opening doors, paying for our dates, and writing me letters, earned him a lot of points early on. I had only been in a few relationships before we met, but the guys I dated from SF weren’t gentleman. They weren’t exactly rude or disrespectful, but I felt like they didn’t think they needed to try very hard. I am educated and confident, so I would fall into that category of women who technically don’t “need a man,” however, I still think its nice to have a man who doesn’t mind doing things just to be loving and romantic.
I’m sure Andy will speak on this more, but I tend to think Bay Area transplants make better dates (and therefore spouses) than Bay Area natives. Men from SF are still listening to Too Short and thinking it’s cool to play games. Of course, I’m not saying this about all the guys here, just the men I’ve encountered, and I hope people will share their love stories and prove me wrong.