Our Story or "How I Met Your Father"

Please note that each "red-underlined-bold-italic" sentence is one of Ivan's comments while I was writing this truly-true story.

Ivan realized before long how lucky he has been to meet me. He was lucid enough to send me the following mail:

You are perfect. Look, check your personal agenda and if you don't have anything scheduled yet, please note "Sunday - 11 am - Getting married with Ivan".

(I have the original message - in French, sorry about that - for those who would have any doubt).

Since I was pretty busy that "famous" Sunday, I re-scheduled for another Sunday in June 2009. Well, I had to check whether I would manage to live with the guy and to deal with:

1. The (half-dirty) socks all around the flat « they are not all around the flat, they are carefully laid down close to the bed »

2. The oily-like kitchen smell (well… Ivan is a fairly good cook but don't even try to follow any diet if it is not based on… oil ...) « this is not may fault!! I'm simply following traditional Bulgarian recipes »

3. The dirty dishes waiting in the kitchen sink for a helping hand « hey!!! I'm just waiting for the right amount of dirty dishes - I have been taught to be a responsible person when power-saving is at stake » .

To sum it up, I had to know whether Ivan was close enough to "Prince Charming", that is to say: handsome, wealthy, clever, with a good sense of humor, loving, who can stand me, who can wash the dishes, who can iron, who can stand me, who listens to me, who understands me, who loves me, who can stand me (I know… already said it… twice), who likes sports, who behaves like a gentleman, but, on top of it: who can stand me!!

Signed: Johanna