Wrong Guy. Right Guy.

For a while I lusted after a guy who was handsome, muscular and always played it cool.
He was my dream guy. Someone my pussy would become wet to when I saw him. And a guy who I'd mastubated to, imagining him fucking me.
When we finally got together through a geeky friend of his, I was so excited. We ended up after two dates back at his place, and boy what a let down he was.
First of all he was a terrible kisser. Then when we got naked, his penis was so small (Not that's bad, but he so bragged about having a huge cock). He didn't like cunnilingus, and I ended up masturbating to get myself off, after he fucked me so badly like a wild man.
Lastly and weirdly he told me, I'd had the best sex I'd ever experience with anyone. He was just so full of himself.
A few weeks later I got chatting to his friend, who it turned out wasn't exactly his 'friend' but someone he kind of knew to ask me out.
He was and is such a nice guy. We got on so well and I found myself intrigued and turned on by him.
We dated four times before I asked him back to my parents. They were out a football game, so I knew I had hours to enjoy the date.
Kyle couldn't have been more different. Subtle, funny and sexually amazing.
He was so attentive to and with me. His cock was so big I had trouble giving him a blow job. Yet he was so gentle and understanding when he first entered my pussy.
Only when I was comfortable and asked him to fuck me, did Kyle thrust deeper and harder.
We had sex for nearly an hour, with his mouth, tongue and cock making me climax multiple times.
It was a thrilling, exhilarating experience and I found myself so sexually alive with him.
We dated for nearly two years before he proposed to me on Valentines day. And we married a year ago this coming week.
I love Kyle so much and now wonder, if I hadn't had such a bad date, would I now be with the love if my life.