- 6 years ago
- Wedding: May 2012
In 2008 I graduated college and I moved to Virginia to start work at one of those huge tech corporations (I guarentee everyone here has heard of it). It was never my intention to start dating a coworker, but during orientation I met a guy who was cute and seemed interested and when we ended up working on the same project, I thought it was worth pursuing. We went on a few dates and then became a “couple” but decided to keep our relationship hidden from our coworkers, in case it seemed unprofessional.
The only coworker I trusted to talk to about our relationship was my officemate, Matt, who hung out with us far too often to keep it a secret anyway. The three of us became close friends – going out to happy hours, getting coffee, and goofing off whenever we didn’t have work to do. Since we shared an office Matt and I talked a lot. I turned to him whenever I had to vent about my increasingly incompatible relationship and he would talk to me about getting over his college ex or getting back into dating. Then Matt and I started going on week-long business trips and eating dinner together and hanging out in the hotel after work, watching movies. I ended up spending more time with him than my actual boyfriend, who was often too busy to see me on the weekends when I was in town. Around this time I realized our relationship wasn’t going well at all but I was inexplicably attached, and held on to the hope that things would work out.
Then about six months after we started working together, the project ended and we all went our seperate ways. My boyfriend broke up with me the next day, saying that since we wouldn’t see each other every day it would be too hard to keep the relationship going. I was devestated and realized I had no one to turn to – I hadn’t made any friends in Virginia except these two coworkers who were now gone. But Matt realized how upset I was and invited me into his group of friends, who thankfully, I fit in with immediately. I started spending every weekend and quite a few weeknights with him and his roommates and anyone else who dropped by. We went to lasertag, had group dinners, and threw huge themed parties.
(Matt and I at a Superhero Party a few months after we met)
His friends – now “our friends” – made fun of how close we were and tried to trick us into admitting we liked each other. But I was still pretty broken up over my ex and M just saw me as a friend, nothing more. Until one night, after staying up too late, I fell asleep sitting next to him on the couch and used his shoulder as my pillow. He later described it as a lightbulb turning on moment and realized he’d “caught feelings.”
Matt didn’t know what to do – he knew I wasn’t interested in dating anyone and especially not another coworker (even though we weren’t working on the same project anymore). He worried about it for weeks until, at a friend’s birthday party, we would up alone together on a couch. I remember feeling so nervous – he was pulling me close and I hadn’t realized until that exact moment that he could possibly be interested in me. I started rambling about literally anything I could think of and halfway through teasing him for putting on Miley Cyrus in our office once… he kissed me. I hesitated for half a second, thinking about how this could ruin our friendship and wondering if I was really ready to be with anyone, then kissed him back.
It was Matt after all.