Reddit user grimeyboi shares his story about how he met his wife.
“I remember thinking she was absolutely incredible. I actually got in an argument with my housemate the first night I met her because he couldn’t decide on whether to get with her (the hottest girl in the club) or some other girl with a dumb fringe (I’m still bitter) that he slept with and then got ghosted by who suddenly was interested in him again. I wasn’t exactly a player at the time, so him having two girls to choose from really wasn’t something I wanted to hear him complain about.
When they were together, we used flirt with each other in a jokey over the top kind of way.
I would say things like, ‘So you’re staying in my bed tonight yeah? Good, because there won’t be room in housemates bed with me and him in it.’ That kind of dumb stuff.
After he ended things with her (on reasonable terms) he left and school was let out for the summer. I went to the pub a couple times with her as friends and we got on really well. Then I went home for the summer, and tried desperately to convince myself I wasn’t in love with her and any future relationship would be purely platonic. I didn’t want to betray my housemate, and had no intention of perusing her romantically even though I knew she was my dream girl. She was way out of my league anyway. That all changed one night when she messaged me, and told me she was in love with me.
We’re married now.”