The story of us - part 1

In honor of our six year anniversary today (which is Dec 6 in spite of what the publishing date says... how do you change that?) I'm going to start writing down the story of us. How we met, fell in love and got married all in the course of six months and in spite of being oceans apart.

Once upon a time there was a 28 year old swedish girl called Circus Princess. She was living in Hawaii in a house with her room mates Carlos and Swedeheart. Carlos was a 40-something hairy Mexican Army biker and Swedeheart an über smart Swedish-American waitress in her twenties with multiple degrees. Her room mates had during the four years they had lived together turned into a married couple and also produced a little Peanut. Peanut is proof that when opposites attract magic happens.

Circus Princess was studying Communication Arts and living la vida loca single style. Carlos had tried to fix her up with many of his hairy biker friends, but Circus Princess was not impressed. She'd even humored him and went on dates with a couple of the younger cuter variety, but no dice. She had also met his less hairy biker friend 43-year old Diver Dude on several occasions and thought he was cute but way to old for her. She was just happy on her own and was the kind of girl that never really dreamed of a fairy tale romance or a white wedding.

Then one day Circus Princess had graduated school, posessed a soon-to-be-expired student visa, and decided it was time to move back to Sweden. The same week decisions were made she met Diver Dude at a biker party in a beach park. He walked up to her sitting on the ground having a beer and a laugh with Swedeheart. He flashed her a big confident smile and said "Hello beautiful". She looked up into his brown eyes (or are they green, she still can't decide) catching the sun and his perfectly white wide smile and thought "well, well, well". She immidiately decided that since she was going home in a few weeks one date with this hot old guy couldn't hurt. So when Diver Dude offered her a ride on his Pit Bull Chopper with a "NO WIFE" license plate she hopped up on the fender with a smirk on her face. 

He took her out to dinner and ordered a trash can lid filled with ribs, corn on the cob and crab legs. Circus Princess LOVED crab and was surprised to see that Diver Dude wasn't eating any (she later found out he'd been afraid she'd bite his hand off if he had tried grabbing one) but gladly ate every single one herself. They had a great time; conversation was intriguing and laughter was easy. After dinner and a few drinks at a bar Diver Dude took her home. Circus Princess then realized she had lost her keys. Like the gentleman he is Diver Dude offered to take her to his place down the road and wait for her roomies to come home. A couple of hours later she had forgotten all about Carlos and Swedehearts comings or goings and was solving life's mysteries under the starry skies in Diver Dude's lanai. 

That first night slowly turned into day, the day mulitplied and turned into weeks and Circus Princess just sort of forgot where her home was. She had found a new home in the arms of Diver Dude. Their new love for each other was crazy, passionate, unexpected and completely inconvenient as Circus Princess would turn into an illegal alien if she stayed beyond the four weeks she had left on her student visa. So much for one harmless date with this hot older guy.

In a blink of an eye the month had passed and Circus Princess and Diver Dude found themselves entangled in an emotional goodbye at Honolulu airport. With tears streaming down her face Circus Princess looked back at Diver Dude as she walked through security and wondered if she would ever see this wonderful man again. As her plane was taxing out she had to resist every fiber in her body urging her to run back out into the arms of the man she was madly in love with. 

Little did she know that six months later they would not only be together again but that she would also have broken her vow of never getting married.

To be continued...