You know, that prayer you whisper when you're telling God what would the absolute worst example of His match made in heaven. That was Nathan. It goes hand in hand with the "I'll go anywhere just don't send me to Africa" prayer. And, yet, here I am on my wedding day, smiling. We did get married on April Fool's Day so you can question whether it was genuine or not. It was, if you believe me.
What changed? I'm not entirely sure. We dated by default because we lived in a small town and outside of hitting the bars for my next boyfriend, Nate was pretty much ... it.
I'd known him for five years. Was annoyed by his cocky arrogance, sharp-tongued wit, independent take-charge personality, penchant for stealing my limelight, and so on. (sound familiar? hmmm) We never lasted in the same room together for more than 20 minutes, so getting through a 30 minute Sunday School class could only be survived by acidic barbs at the other's expense.
He did redeem himself once by pretending to be my boyfriend when my ex showed up at church. It was the ultimate dig to my ex because he knew how much I despised Nate. So I was dating him now, what did that say about my ex? (yes. I do have an underlying vindictive personality when gone unchecked)
But I didn't appreciate a fake engagement proposal, or the fact he had the guts to tell me "no" when he didn't like something I did, or the way he stole my guitar and insisted we play the chords "the right way" (type A personality I am not), or how he didn't like coffee, or how he threw a pitcher of ice water down my shirt at a public restaurant.
But he didn't appreciate the way I demanded all the attention, thought logic was a waste of time, hated being serious or getting things technically correct, goaded him in public until he snapped then thought it was hilarious, and so forth.
Which is why we made the perfect match. Got engaged on a Halloween weekend. Got married on April Fool's Day. I think the joke was on us ;)