Joanne and Bill
The holidays were coming. My Dad was sick. There was a lot going on, so I decided to stop my matches. I thought I had done so, but evidently had forgotten to actually make the request, because one more match showed up...Bill. His profile sounded intriguing. The fact that he too had lost a beloved spouse to cancer made me think he would understand me. That he was involved in many interesting activities caught my attention and I liked his writing style.
There was one problem, however. Although he lived only 35 miles away as the crow flies, in actuality there were 85 road miles between us as we lived on opposite shores of the Chesapeake Bay. I kept re-reading his profile, but thought contacting him was impractical. I later learned that he was having the same misgivings. In fact, he came back from a trip to California with the intention of closing the match with me. He tells me that he read my profile one last time and instead found himself contacting me.
We corresponded a bit and continued to be attracted to each other. He suggested that we meet for coffee as he was going to visit his granddaughters and could take the long way around and come through my city. We had a pleasant meeting, but still debated the sanity of starting up a dating relationship given the distance.
Later the same evening, I had an email from him suggesting that we meet in the middle a few days later for lunch and a holiday house tour. We continued to see each other and decided we would just have to deal with the distance. We quickly became inseparable, putting many miles on our cars each week. When we weren’t together we were emailing or phoning throughout the day just to keep in touch.
We met each other’s family and friends, and everyone commented on what a perfect match we were and how happy we looked together. I was especially delighted that my two-year old grandson and Bill became totally enamored of each other.
Before long, we were also traveling together. A romantic few days in Philadelphia that Bill planned to perfection, a hiking trip in Italy. We continued to discover how many things we have in common and were increasingly amazed at how well we got along.
Shortly after I met Bill, he bought a piece of property with the idea of building on it in the future. One afternoon, six months after we had met, he suggested that we have “happy hour” at the lot, a beautiful wooded area out in the country. When we got to the lot, he pulled out lawn chairs and a cooler. He set up the chairs under the trees and invited me to relax. Then he got down on one knee and opened the cooler, to pull out the wine and glasses, I thought. Instead, he pulled out an engagement ring and asked me to marry him. I was so shocked, that I temporarily forgot to say, “Yes.”
Early in our dating, I had told Bill that I had always wanted to take a trip to New England in the fall. So he set about planning an elopement trip to Vermont. We stayed in a little inn in a quaint town and were married in front of the colorful, fall foliage on October 15. We had brought with us printed announcements. The next day, we attached copies of one of our wedding photos to each and sent them out to share our news with family and friends. A month later, we hosted a small celebration at our home.
I am making the transition from city life to life in a charming, historic town. He is retired, and I am self-employed and work at home, so we have plenty of flexibility to enjoy our time with each other. We are most grateful to eHarmony and in awe of how your system brought two such compatible people together.