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So I Married Your Representative....AWESOME.
When I first met my husband I was in a long distance relationship with someone else. I was unhappy with this guy, he was apathetic to my concerns and somehow thought I would stick around despite my feelings of being unappreciated. I recall the moment my husband and I met eyes for the first time and my mother said to me, "did you see how he looked at you? You're going to marry him." I laughed. Not only was I not on the market, but he was nothing like my "type." I say "type" because in my early twenties my "type" was recluse, elitist, philosophers with lofty aspirations of being musicians. Eventually, their affinity for recreational drug use was always the downfall for the relationship. By my mid-twenties I started dating more of the traditionally masculine, athletic "type." I was heavily into yoga at the time and my philosophy/ whole foods/ artsy fartsy/ passionate background was dramatically neglected by this "type. "...
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