When I met my future husband, at first I couldn’t believe that he was a house painter. The guy is tall, handsome and very handsome. I was very surprised when I found out what his job was. Yes, my husband now works as a painter, gets a good salary, and we don’t deny ourselves anything.
I was an obedient child. I got good grades. Then I went to college. I became an accountant. Got a job at a big construction company in my field. Made good money. I rented an apartment in the city with two other girls, who, by the way, did not deny themselves anything. In the evening after work they liked to have a good time.
One night they organized a party at home. They invited their friends. I really liked that kind of party. I didn’t know any of the guests. So I sat and watched everyone.
Just that evening a broad-shouldered guy came up to me with a glass of champagne. I took my leave, said I didn’t drink and stepped aside. I was really curious about the noisy company.
Of course, the stranger, a real handsome man, impressed me. I thought, given his muscles – a weightlifter. No place to spend time, so he goes to the gym.
The next day, walking down the corridor, I suddenly saw the yesterday’s broad-shouldered handsome man. He also noticed me, came over, said hello. Oh, how I was mistaken, thinking that he pumps up his muscles in the gym. Not at all! He works as a house painter, where he pumped up his muscles.
After realizing this, I thawed my attitude toward him. Because I considered jocks unserious people. I did not like to communicate with them. The guy turned out to be goal-oriented – he immediately invited me to dinner at a restaurant. I agreed. So we started dating.
We went out. We started a good relationship. There was no disagreement between us in our views, no misunderstandings. After two years of meetings we decided to get married.
He was earning good money, was able to find good extra income. We allowed ourselves quality food, trips to a restaurant, nice clothes, and trips abroad. Within a few years we saved up money for an apartment.
I am glad I met my husband at the time. His work brings a good income into the family. We are happy with each other, there are feelings of love and trust between us. Now he nurtures plans to have children, which we lack for a full-fledged family.
