Building friendship before dating

Perhaps you played matchmaker and set him up with one of your friends, and vice versa.Whatever part you played in each other's love lives before, things will be very different if you are falling in love with each other.We've talked about marriage and family for the whole of our relationship, but it's always been "...later." Recently we talked about getting engaged within 12-18 months. He's a great guy who makes me the best person I can be.

I really hope I get to marry and spend my life with someone like him, and real specifically, him. As part of our commitment to that mission, the Ask Women subreddit is curated to promote respectful and on-topic discussions, and not serve as a debate subreddit.You may have concerns that your friendship will suffer if you go down the path of romance.The first thing to do is be aware of the common signs that a friendship is turning into love.He’s started ring shopping and planning a proposal :)We were friends for about about 4-5 months when I started to catch feelings. I confessed my feelings to him about 7 months into the friendship. I remember one of our first conversations being about the CTA, the Chicago Transit Authority. Sophomore year, our friends throw a Christmas party. And that also, he shouldn't want to get to know me because I'm a bad person and so I'm refusing to let him talk to me. Normally my university started in January, but my school in France started in February, so I had three free weeks after my regular Christmas break of doing nothing. We talked about babies and pregnancy and how I always wanted to be foster parent and an adoptive parent, and he agreed!!!I remember making Christmas cookies and eating cookies and me popping a cookie into his mouth. " I didn't though, because he was dorky and wore his pants too high and chubby and made bad jokes and was essentially a middle-aged suburban dad. I go back to my school for a weekend to visit some friends, and on the drive, I see something that makes me think of him. My feelings were brewing and I finally tell him that hey, I'm at school this weekend, would you want to hang out? And he tells me stuff that he's told nobody else. And we realize that our parents' houses, where we're both living for the next two weeks, isn't too far from each other. We talked about how DNA doesn't mean too much to either of us and there are lots of babies who need families or just a temporary safe place to stay, and that maybe we could be those people to care for them. Our third date, the day before I moved to a foreign country for five months, we looked at his baby books and old scrapbooks.

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