I’m not a social animal.

Put me in a room full of strangers, and I’ll panic. Put me in a room full of people I do know, and… yep, I'm still panicking.

Not everyone’s meant to be a people person. At least that’s what I tell myself when I’m crying in the shower because someone didn’t like me.

I’m sure I have different talents waiting to be discovered (hopefully soon). And besides, people don’t even know what they’re missing. That’s what I’ve told myself most of my life.

But after twenty-something years of lonely existence, something changed. 

A certain someone broke the doors of my comfort zone and turned my world upside down. 

Then I Saw Her Face

It happened a little over three years ago.

I decided I’d had enough of being alone and entered a place where many have failed: the terrifying world of dating apps.

If you’ve used them, you probably know what I mean. A living nightmare. (Though at least I didn’t get any unsolicited dick pics.)

After a few months of having not only my confidence shattered — but also my faith in humanity — something happened.

A girl messaged me with a simple “Hi.”

I didn’t know then how much those two letters would change my life. If I had known, I probably wouldn’t have replied with just another cold “Hi” out of spite, tired from so many dead-end conversations.

But somehow, everything clicked. Despite my anxious rambling and going full Ted Mosby way too early, we made our vows a few months ago.

And now I’m sitting at this keyboard, grateful that someone as awkward and clueless as me got this lucky.

My Unexpected Reasons for Being in Love

Enough with the backstory.

Let’s get to the point. Instead of swimming in old memories, let’s dive into the present.

I’m not here to list the obvious stuff—yes, she’s beautiful, sweet, and makes the best food.

This is about the weirdly personal, oddly specific quirks that make me love her.

The Morning Cuddle Rule

My wife likes to spend a little extra time in bed.

I usually get up around 6 AM. And every time I sneak out of bed without at least ten minutes of cuddling, she gets grumpy.

Not gonna lie — I still forget sometimes. But I find it super cute.

What’s even cuter? When she wakes up, she always calls me back to the bedroom so we can lie together for a bit.

It’s like the first thing she thinks about in the morning is me. Even as I write this, my heart races with joy.

She Comforts Me When I Catastrophize

She’s way more grounded than I am.

When I spiral into worst-case scenarios about our life, she pokes me in the head and says:

“You’ll worry about it when it happens.”

She’s right, of course.

Almost every single time, my worries turn out to be pure imagination. My life’s gotten ten times better simply because I have someone strong enough to remind me of that truth.

Obligatory Mid-Work Call

Her job is demanding.

But every time she gets a moment — whether she’s running to the store or picking up lunch — she calls me. 

They’re quick calls, often interrupted when she’s talking to a cashier or server. 

Sometimes they make me smile. Sometimes, if I’m buried in my work and they catch me at the wrong time I feel irritated and distracted.

But when the call doesn’t come?

That feels just empty — like something small but essential is missing.

She Always Wants To Read What I’m Writing

I like being anonymous. 

When people read my stuff, it makes me nervous. Will they like it? Are they going to laugh at me?

That’s why I rarely show my writing to anyone. I tell myself I’ll share it when it’s better — but deep down, I know it’s just a lie.

And yet, my wife always asks me about it. “What are you writing? Can I read it?”

She’s driven by curiosity, sure — but I find it incredibly lovable that she is not indifferent to what I’m doing.

The Pudding Story

It was late at night, long after the stores had closed.

I had a terrible day. All I wanted — for some reason — was pudding. Nothing else would do.

But there was no pudding in the house.

And then, like a domestic Deus Ex Machina, my wife appeared. She looked up how to make pudding from scratch — and then did it.

The best pudding I’ve ever had in my life.

Sometimes I still think about it, and I instantly feel better.

Finishing Line

To keep things from getting too sweet, let me share something I don’t like about my wife.

The moment she spots a pimple on me, I know I’m in for at least 15 minutes of torture. Seriously, I’ve never seen her more focused than when she’s in full pimple-destroyer mode. 

But aside from that, I’m super grateful that we met. My life would be empty without her. 

I’ve never had any luck with cards, but now I know why. 

It all went into love.