Do you listen to country music? Heard the song, "The Farmer's Daughter"? Well, that's kind of my story - lol - or at least it reminds me of my story...
Background: I live in a little house next door to my parents. My dad is a jack of all trades kind of guy, and he was looking to do some bigger outside jobs 2 summers ago. And he needed a hand. :)
My fiance was a friend/acquaintance of my dad's through a mutual friend who they both help out with his race car and go on racing trips together. My dad has known my fiance for years. Anyhow, my fiance is a lot like my dad in that he knows how to do all kinds of manly stuff, and is just a work horse, in general. (Such wonderfully strong shoulders he has... ;)
My fiance had been laid off from his job, so my dad, needing a strong man with a truck (queue The Farmer's Daughter - lol) asked him if he could spend some time around our house helping him out with some jobs...
So as the summer days went on, I'd come home from work to see my now fiance in my driveway, busting up concrete, or shoveling gravel, or pulling out tree stumps, etc., all sweaty, shirt off... yes, I'm smiling just remembering it. :) I'd bring out some cold drinks, or we'd sit and eat popsicles in the summer heat. And "as the days got shorter, our talks got longer..." (the song again... :) he started sticking around later in the evenings, playing out in the yard with me and my son, or sitting on the porch swing talking until it was time for me to take my son in to get ready for bed.
I remember it getting to a point where I'd be home, waiting to see if he'd be coming by that day, and when he'd pull in the driveway, I'd feel a big sigh of relief, like ok, now everything was right in the world. It was a good feeling.
So a race was coming up, a local one, that we could all go to. Mind you, I hadn't been to a race in years, at least since my son had been born. But we decided to go to this one... :) While there, my now fiance shuttled me and my son back and forth from the track to the pits on his quad so we didn't have to walk - quite the gentleman - lol - and I distinctly remember him reaching back and putting his hand on my leg. :) Ahhhh, those subtle first touches... :)
Well, that night, when we got back from the race, it was late, and he came by my house... and came in. That was the first time he came in. And we kissed. Actually, we sat next to one another on my couch, and he put his hand on my thigh, and I kissed him... I guess I couldn't resist. lol And the rest, as they say, is history.
Thanks for asking this question... I loved reading everyone's stories, and I really enjoyed remembering mine. :)