I have only ever loved two men, although I would say that a solid four have loved me. I wanted to reciprocate, but you can't force love.

Anyway...I met my future (and current) husband in a horrid class freshman year of college.

The irony is that he introduced me to my soulmate a month or so later.

At that point, future-husband (we'll call him FH in this story) and I were loosely friends, held together mostly because we played the same TCG and shared that one class. He mentioned that a couple of other guys in his dorm played, and that if I wanted, he would take me to meet them. I didn't want, as I was still extremely nervous about meeting people, but I said ok anyway.

You entered that dorm through a central lobby area, in which there were several tables and chairs. As soon as he opened the door for me, I saw them. I saw him. Those eyes! Those gorgeous, piercingly cold blue eyes seemed to see all of my soul in a glance. I felt naked and exposed in that instant. I'm good at hiding my secrets. I felt like he knew them all. I was thorougly intimidated.

I wanted to bolt, to turn around and run back to my own tiny, hot dorm room and just hide. But then, just before I averted my eyes and began trying to figure out how in the world to make my vocal cords work, I sensed pain. A huge knot of it. And I knew I had to see this dark-haired, blue-eyed stranger again.