Romantic Courtship Story

My name is Holly; my husband and I are relatively new to Marriage Heat. This is the first story for us, which I have written, so it is in my point of view (though Drew has read it and approved). What better way to get started than to share with you all how we met and became, well, us?

I had been married to my first husband, Tim, for just a few years when he began having health problems. I think that he was in denial, and he didn’t take proper care of himself, despite my urging. Shortly after our third & youngest child was born, it became apparent that he would not be able to work much longer. That is when I made plans to go back to school to earn a graduate degree. His health continued to fail.

Our two oldest children finished high school and went on to college, leaving our baby girl at home and in elementary school. Because Tim’s health was so bad and deteriorated over the years, we hadn’t been able to be physically intimate since our youngest was about a year old. We once tried him manually stimulating me, but he didn’t enjoy it, and because he didn’t, I didn’t either. I resigned myself to living a celibate life, stifling any sexual thoughts. As his health worsened, he suffered mental, personality, and cognitive changes that were very difficult to deal with. I was still married, but for all intents and purposes, I had lost my companion.

Several months before his passing, I had a professional conference that I needed to attend in Boston. My older daughter stayed with her Dad and younger sister and kept a lid on things at home for me. One of the sessions was presented by a man who was – and is – an expert in his field. However, he said some things that didn’t make sense to me, so during the Q&A part of his presentation, I questioned some of his assertions. 

He seemed taken aback as if he wasn’t used to being challenged, but he answered and clarified the points that I brought up. I thanked him and sat down to listen to the rest of his answers to others. It was the last conference session before lunch on the first day, and when it was over, I took a few minutes to organize my conference materials before going into the dining room. As I did so, I was surprised to see this man come and sit next to me, and even more surprised when he thanked me for my comments.

“I appreciate what you said because you made me think. Clearly, you were paying attention.”

I smiled, and held out my hand, “I’m glad I could be of service. I’m Holly.”

He smiled in return as he shook my hand, “I’m Drew.”

We sat next to each other during lunch, talking the entire time. We talked about our professional lives and how our respective areas of specialty worked together. Then we made a plan to sit together at the dinner that evening so we could continue our conversation. We talked all through the meal and then adjourned to the hotel lounge until late into the night. 

Naturally, spending so many hours together, the subject turned to our personal lives. I told him how I got to where I was professionally, and what I was dealing with at home. He described how his wife had left him, and how he struggled with that and worked hard to be a good dad to his three sons. We spoke at every opportunity throughout the rest of the conference. A friendship was born. Because of the changes to my husband’s mental status, I had not been able to just talk to him for a long time by that point; it was so nice to just talk to a man – who wasn’t my dad, brother, or son – again.

After two days, it was time to go home. But neither of us wanted to let go of our budding friendship. I knew I needed to be very careful to remain true to Tim and my commitment to him. It was not easy. I was immediately attracted to Drew, both intellectually and physically – a muscular 6’3”, dark blonde hair, and blue eyes, intelligent, and funny. We had so much in common. But I couldn’t let myself think about all of that. So I forced myself to think of him as a friend, peer, and colleague, and convinced myself that he thought of me in the same way.

The months passed. Tim’s health worsened, which caused further changes in his mood and personality. That was especially difficult because it made him mean. Many days, I was able to deal with it, but some days were harder than others. On those days, I’d go sit in the car and cry. 

During all of this, Drew never passed a day without checking in with me by e-mail; often, he would just say hello and ask me how things were going. I didn’t say much, but he sensed that things were getting worse for me; he always seemed to know just when I needed him to tell me a funny story about something that happened at work or with his kids…anything to get my mind off of my own problems. He was part of a large group of dear friends who got my family and me through the darkest days. He encouraged me to make sure I took care of myself, too, which I did by eating better and being sure to exercise.

After 23 years of marriage, Tim’s body finally gave out, and God took him home. Drew sent a beautiful card letting me know that he was praying for my children and me. During all that came after Tim’s death, Drew remained a steady friend, though we began to call and text each other in addition to e-mails.

A few months after Tim’s death, I felt like I was ready to think about dating again. At the suggestion of my minister, I saw a Christian counselor who helped me deal with everything that had gone on in my marriage during Tim’s last months. I knew that I didn’t want to be alone for the rest of my life, and so one evening my kids and I had a talk. I asked them what they would think if I started dating again. They were all very supportive. Naturally, my youngest child had the most questions, which we talked about.

After Tim’s death, I had allowed myself to think of the possibility that Drew could be more than a friend to me. But I stopped short of telling him what I was thinking because I had convinced myself that he wasn’t thinking the same thing. But after talking with my children, and mustering my courage, I decided to let him know that I felt ready to date again. 

It was time for the annual conference at which we’d met the year before – this time held in Las Vegas – and we were both planning to attend. We coordinated our flights so that we arrived at nearly the same time, though he was scheduled to land first.

When my plane hit the tarmac, and I could turn my phone back on, there was a text from Drew. “Meet you at baggage claim.” Impatiently, I awaited my turn to disembark then popped into the ladies room to run a brush through my hair and do a quick touch-up of my makeup. Then I hurried to the baggage claim. 

I saw him before he saw me. My breath caught, and my stomach flipped. But I walked calmly toward him, and as I did so, he saw me. We rushed into each other’s arms and hugged tightly for a few minutes. Then we pulled back, and he spoke first.

“You look great!”

I laughed. “You need to get your eyes checked.”

We took a taxi together to the hotel we both were staying at. After checking into our respective rooms, we decided to go grab dinner at a nearby burger joint. We made mostly small talk for a while.

But as we ate he asked, “So how are you doing, really? Because I think you’re aren’t telling me everything.”

I replied, “I actually am doing well.”

He looked at me with raised eyebrows. I decided it was now or never. “Truly. In fact, I recently made a big decision.”

He looked at me, “Which is…?” When I told him what I had decided, he asked “Really? …You think so? Do you have any prospects?”

I replied that I didn’t think so and that I wasn’t sure that anyone would be interested in dating me, a widow with three kids, one still rather young.

“Well…” he said, “I’m interested in dating you.”

That was what I had hoped he would say. “You are? Why?” I had to know.

“For many reasons, but I’ve wanted to date you since I met you.”

That settled it. We spent as much time as we possibly could together during that conference like we had the year before. But we began to talk about deeper things: our belief in God, what we could have done better in our previous marriages, our kids, and our parenting philosophies. 

By the end of the first day of the conference, we decided to take a post-dinner walk together, and he asked me if he could kiss me. I, of course, said he could. As his lips found mine, I felt an electric surge go through me. Our tongues entwined, searching, he rested one hand on the side of my neck and the other at the small of my back, pulling me close. After what seemed too short a time, we both pulled back, grinning like fools.

Drew was the first to speak. “Wow,” was all he could manage. There was no denying that we had connected on another level.

Since we lived about a thousand miles apart, we made plans to meet in Nashville the next month for a long weekend – which included Valentine’s Day. We agreed that we would stay in separate hotels that were near each other, and that neither of us would go into the other’s room. When together, we would be in public places at all times. My mother came to stay with my younger daughter, and off to Nashville I went.

Our weekend together was magical, something out of a storybook. Drew had arranged for red roses to greet me in my hotel room. We talked a lot. We did some touristy things and ate at some amazing restaurants. As we walked, we either held hands, or he had his arm around my shoulders – something Tim had never really done because he wasn’t into displaying affection that way. I hadn’t realized how much I’d enjoy that. We were only in our respective hotel rooms to sleep and change clothes.

With every embrace, I felt at home in Drew’s arms. I didn’t want him to let go of me. Our kisses lit me up from head to toe. It was during that weekend that we first told each other those magic words: “I love you.” Drew said it first. We were very conscious of our physical attraction. We had to be very careful; both of us knew a little something of how wonderful sex can be from our previous marriages. And we wanted to preserve sex as something between a husband and wife.

A month after that weekend, Drew came to visit me. The day he arrived, I showed him around my city. But something was off. He seemed distracted and nervous. That first evening, when we went to one of my favorite local restaurants, he picked at his food. I asked if he had changed his mind about me. He reached across the table and took both of my hands in his.

He looked into my eyes for a long moment. “You are always in my thoughts and my dreams. The more time we spend together, the more I want. I have tried to imagine my life without you in it, and I can, but it’s a bleak and lonely life. I can live my life without you, but I don’t want to.” His beautiful blue eyes filled with emotion, which started mine tearing up. “Holly, you know I love you. I think I’ve loved you for a long time.”

I squeezed his hands. “Drew, I love you too. So very much.”

He reached into his pocket and pulled a small box. “Holly, would you consider becoming my wife?” I gasped. I didn’t care what the ring looked like…I’d have said yes even if he’d made a ring from a bread bag twist tie!

We didn’t want a long engagement. We knew that a longer wait would make it more challenging to resist physical intimacy between us. The sooner we married, the sooner we could enjoy that. Drew met my kids shortly after he proposed to me, and I met his not long after.

Over the next few months, our kids met each other, which went well. We all talked about how our family would work, and what rules we wanted in our home. For various reasons, we decided that my youngest daughter Katie and I would move to Drew’s home. My older kids stayed in the colleges they were attending. My employer was able to transfer me, and my house sold almost immediately. It seemed God’s blessings were on us as we planned and made arrangements because things went more smoothly than we could have dreamed. That confirmed to me that this was the right thing for my family and me. Drew and I married in mid-July.

Have things been perfect? No; nothing ever is. Have there been some hiccups in blending our families and making those adjustments? Yup. But God has been with our children and us, blessing us all along the way. We are so grateful!

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12 replies
  1. Blondie says:

    I’ve seen you two commenting on here so you’re not complete strangers, but Welcome to MH officially! Drew and Holly, we are grateful to have you! And thank you for sharing your story, Holly, and the journey! God bless you both!

  2. hornyGG says:


    Thank you so much for sharing this! Like Blondie said, you two are not really strangers here . But I too would like to welcome you both to the MH family. The Lord helped you through your pain and guided you to find love again. I believe your late husband is happy and smiling that you have found
    happiness in your life.

    God bless you and Drew. Looking forward to hearing more about the love you two share. Stay horny!

  3. Drew&Holly says:

    We’re happy to be here! We love the ideas that we’ve gotten from others’ experiences. GG, I also believe that my late husband is happy for me and for our kids – Drew has been a blessing to them, too.

    Thanks for the good wishes!

    • Drew&Holly says:

      Thanks, Barnboy! There are a couple more in the pipeline, and we’re working on a few more.

      God bless!

  4. Michael & Lisa says:

    Hi Holly and Drew… We just wanted to say welcome.. We’ve taken some private/alone time so we haven’t been around much recently.
    Looking forward to reading more about you

    Take Care

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