In 1986 I recieved my fiance's name as my "penpal" in German class. We wrote for five years every week or so. We met in person in 1990, but despite my feelings for my love, he had a mullet (vokuhila), wore pink spandex shorts, and smoked. He wasn't quite my type ...back then.
Then 18 years later after losing his hair, spandex, and cigarettes, I fell totaly in love with this adorable German man. We both had grown "together" despite our long silience and had more in common than ever. We began spending one week per month together. Here we are three years later and waiting to get married. I sure am a lucky girl...My German is the best!
PS: We have three kids: two are German and one is American :-)
