Right after our first date, he invited me on a trip to Izu. He took care of all the trip preparations, and I was impressed by his efficiency. When I inquired about the details, he told me he often plans social events and trips with friends.
At the tip of the Izu Peninsula, there’s a cape called “Lovers’ Cape,” where a bell known as “the bell that calls for love” is located. It’s said that if you ring this bell three times while calling out the name of your loved one, your love will come true. When I heard that the reason he took me to Izu was to ring this bell together, I couldn’t help but laugh.
We ate eel in Hamamatsu and enjoyed a hot spring bath in our room, making it a one-night, two-day trip. The round-trip drive took six hours, but like our previous date, it didn’t feel tiring at all, and we had a great time.
After that, we continued to date once a week. One day when I fell ill and broke out in hives all over my body, he immediately came to my house and drove me to a dermatologist. After we got back home, he even bought the groceries we needed and cleaned the bathroom for me, then left gallantly, saying “Take care.” I felt as if he was like Superman, so reliable.
However, there was one concern in our relationship: our eating habits. At the time, I was strictly limiting my carb intake and rarely ate sweets or carbohydrates. My diet mainly consisted of low-carb, high-protein foods like meat, eggs, and cheese. If we were to get married, I hoped he would adapt to this lifestyle as well.
Initially, I was a bit worried about my low-carb lifestyle when he told me he loved cakes and sweets. But once I explained the benefits of carb restriction, he quickly understood. He even started checking the sugar content on packages when grocery shopping. I was impressed by his flexibility and openness, and felt confident that this relationship would work.
Three months after we started dating, we stayed at a hotel in Yokohama to celebrate my birthday. He dressed in business casual, and I wore a black dress. After enjoying dinner at the top-floor restaurant, we returned to our room and enjoyed wine and cheese while looking at the night view. That night, he proposed to me. I immediately said “Yes,” and we held hands, smiling at each other. He gave me a princess lift, and I felt incredibly happy.
Four months after the proposal, we got married on an auspicious day and I moved into his house a month prior. He negotiated the moving expenses, making sure they fit within our budget. I thought to myself, “It’s really helpful when men take care of things like this.” Since we had been meeting every week and going on trips, moving in together went smoothly.
We walked together to the city hall to submit our marriage registration and completed the necessary paperwork. We took a commemorative photo to mark the occasion. And so, my two years of marriage-hunting came to an end, and I became a newlywed.
My husband is incredibly kind, straightforward, and sincere. I feel very secure when I’m with him. If it weren’t for the dating app, we would never have met, as we had no points of contact in our daily lives. Registering on the dating app and beginning my search for a life partner led me to happiness at the age of 42.
