There was a really good friend there, a guy that I sort of liked but did NOT want to date. After my last.. um..interesting experience (that stayed off-blog mostly), dating an expat was the furthest thing from my mind.
But somehow he won me over with his charm (or I drank too many of these), but we started talking about dating. We had been friends for six months or so, and I didn't want to risk ruining another friendship, and...well, I was nervous about dating anyone really.
But we started to date.
then moved in together.
Turns out I'm pretty good at making decisions when it comes to the important stuff.