When I first saw Gosia in the mail order bride catalogue I knew she was the one. (Just kidding, it was on a normal dating app) We decided to meet when she told me that she wanted to learn the rules of American football, and I told her there is no better person to teach her than me. We met at the bar for a Monday night football game and I explained the rules while she complained that there were too many commercials. I knew that she liked me though because she unbuttoned the top two buttons of her shirt. Then I stood up because my back hurt and spilled a Guinness on her. Luckily for me, she liked my hair enough to go on a second date with me so we went to the mall. I tried to hold her hand but she pulled it away but agreed to a third date. On that date she played me Polish music and we talked all night until the sun was almost up. I'm happy she gave me a chance and although she wasn't planning to stay in the USA after finishing her Au Pair she realized that they pay better here and there aren't too many Polish boys that will cook her dinner every night like I do.

We laugh together all the time and we love to travel together and be silly together and we love each other so much that it is annoying to the people around us. Even though I can't speak Polish, I can talk to her about anything. I don't think either one of us would be happy anywhere in the world without the other by their side.

Try to imagine your perfect first date. You walk in and see this cute boy with a wide pretty smile and a little bit crazy hair. There is a TV with American Football on and you need 15 minutes to realize it's too long and boring of a game and you ask the same questions four times because you still don't get it (or just don't know all the words but pretend to). Then there are a bunch of commercials and they're super annoying but at least you get a chance to talk a little bit and get to know each other. So, we have a cute guy and not too cute football on, right? He is thirty three and spending half of the date standing and stretching because his back hurts him. Great. And when he finally sits back down, he spills Guinness on your jeans. So you have this cute guy, football on, back pain and stained jeans smelling like beer. If you think it couldn't go worse, you realize your shirt unbuttoned on its own and you really want to run away. Sounds like great first and last date, right?

But he is cute enough that you decide to go for a second date.

For date two he rejects your invitation for a walk with the dog (to find out later that he is just afraid of dogs). You end up on going to the mall to help him buy some winter clothes and you have never met a more picky guy before but he's still cute.

I decided to go on another date with him and on the third date we are finally on the same page. We decide to watch soccer and end up watching music videos to polish songs until 5am.

And here I am now, writing this story and wondering how he was able to steal 10 months of my life without me even noticing. I would love to tell about other more fun and successful dates we had but its already starting to get pretty long with only three days described.

It took as less than two months of dating for me to meet his parents, for us to buy a Christmas tree because I was upset about being away from my family, and to go on a weekend trip to New Jersey where he lost his car key on the rollercoaster and made me freeze my butt off while I was waiting for him to figure out what to do. But most importantly, it took less than two months to feel in the right place by his side. He did a great job making it feel like home for Christmas and it just stayed like that. Me, him and the cats (one is fat, if you don't know) are all I need in my life and more than I have even wished for.