In the name of love...
Oct 22, 2010
<b>I eloped 7 days after meeting him</b><br>I was a-23-year-old fresh graduate when I shifted into a ‘young corporate neighbourhood’ - the sort where five or more youth each rent two roomed apartments within the same perimeter wall fence.
I eloped 7 days after meeting him
I was a-23-year-old fresh graduate when I shifted into a ‘young corporate neighbourhood’ - the sort where five or more youth each rent two roomed apartments within the same perimeter wall fence.
I had not had a boyfriend in a long time, owing to a previous failed relationship. Mark was one of the guys in the neighbourhood. On my first night there, he came to my room, to ask if ‘I was doing okay in my new house’. “You’re too little to live on your own; you should be home with your parents,†he joked as he strolled off.
I thought it was a kind gesture. I fell for him instantly, but quickly brushed the thought off my mind. However, when he asked me out on a date a week later, I could not resist.
After the date, only a week after we had met, I spent the night at his home and never left. I was confident of my move that I even alerted my friends of wedding plans. Just like I had expected, they thought I was infatuated and would return home when it wore off.
However, in December, we shall be making four years in marriage. Mark proposed four weeks after our first date. I had no doubt in my mind that I would lament for the rest of my life if I turned his proposal down. Interestingly, I was always the kind that agitated for the befriending a man before saying ‘yes’ to him.
We lied to our families that we had been friends for close to three years. We got married six months after the first date.
I was a-23-year-old fresh graduate when I shifted into a ‘young corporate neighbourhood’ - the sort where five or more youth each rent two roomed apartments within the same perimeter wall fence.
I had not had a boyfriend in a long time, owing to a previous failed relationship. Mark was one of the guys in the neighbourhood. On my first night there, he came to my room, to ask if ‘I was doing okay in my new house’. “You’re too little to live on your own; you should be home with your parents,†he joked as he strolled off.
I thought it was a kind gesture. I fell for him instantly, but quickly brushed the thought off my mind. However, when he asked me out on a date a week later, I could not resist.
After the date, only a week after we had met, I spent the night at his home and never left. I was confident of my move that I even alerted my friends of wedding plans. Just like I had expected, they thought I was infatuated and would return home when it wore off.
However, in December, we shall be making four years in marriage. Mark proposed four weeks after our first date. I had no doubt in my mind that I would lament for the rest of my life if I turned his proposal down. Interestingly, I was always the kind that agitated for the befriending a man before saying ‘yes’ to him.
We lied to our families that we had been friends for close to three years. We got married six months after the first date.