I also never thought Id get married. I didnt change my last name though so I did retain something of my old self. Yet here I am, wife and mother. Its really not as bad as I imagined. But also I have found my twin, my soulmate, the other half in the world that completes me.

Follow up:

We met in Brasil 3 years ago. I had gone there the 1st of the year for a study abroad and had been in Sau Paulo with family for 2 weeks. Then I went on to Rio for the start of school. Feb 2 a guy named Leandro somehow googled a old webpage I made in high school. He signed my guestbook and provided a messenger contact name. It was the day after my birthday, I knew no one in a strange country of my roots and I spoke horrid Portuguese. We chatted. Eventually we went bowling with his friends, Feb 28th. I thought he was short (yes 5'10" was short for me then, I had my 6'+ dark and sexy phase then), he thought I was way too skinny (brasilian food has like no fat!). By june 1 he had proposed! In that 3 month time I somehow managed to move into his house (what was I thinking!). His mom who spoke no English, always seemed to like me even though we could barely communicate. Funny since she never liked any of his sons girlfriends and never in his last 2 year or 5 year relationships did she let a girl spend the night at her home with her son. I still dont know why she was ok with me staying there; a crazy american girl that wore flip flops everywhere(in brasil poor people wear flip flop sandles, most everyone dresses up all the time) and spent crazy amounts of money ,the dollar was 3x theirs at the time and I had financial aid and free rent and food!

So heres the kicker, I said no to him! Why? I had know him 3 months, what am I crazy> Im not marrying a guy after 3 months. I didnt even plan on getting married ever!

He left for a job in the US in New England the end of june, I came 28 days later into san diego. Sent him a ticket and he flew in the 29th. We were married at the san diego county recorders office 2 hours later:

Funny thing is my luggage was misdirected in Miami and sent to Iceland! So here Im wearing my friends borrowed t-shirt and flip flops. I didnt get my luggage back for a week. When I did it was all busted at the seams. It looked like it was thrown out of the plane.

Now that was a powerful 28 days of separation. It made me realize I missed him, really missed him. I felt like I didnt want to regret anything in life. That If I didnt give myself a chance to be with him, Id never know if it was love and I would spend the rest of my life thinking of the one that got away. So here we are almost 2.5 years later. Ive never been happier and my hot brasilian man has duplicated!