3 years ago today Brian and I had dtr #12 or something and decided to date. We were playing tennis and I was getting really frustrated because Brian was beating me, and then I got even more frustrated because he started to take it easy on me. Poor guy, I am suprised he wanted to date me at all. The next day I got on a plane and went to Russia with my sister in law for 10 days. Brian and I had already had a few false starts, so the 10 days I was in Russia I convinced myself that I didn't really care if it worked out or not and that I was fine with dating or not dating because I didn't really like him all that much anyway (which was not true at all) and then I came home, the rest is history. I came downstairs this morning and Brian had left me a sweet note and my favorite candy. Love that guy!