It poured here on Friday. I mean it really came down. So, I worked from home and had myself a little pity party, since I was feeling pretty crappy about almost everything.
An older gentleman from Washington state emailed me on my dating site and asked me what I looked for in a man. He seemed harmless enough, so I engaged in his line of questioning and experienced an earth-shattering turn of events.
I kept my response general at first, saying that while I do have a fantasy “list,” everything is negotiable, and I have to look at the entire individual package. I want to connect with a man’s soul, and that’s hard to put on paper.
He pressed me, and so I developed a list for him, thanking him for such an unusual and helpful exercise.
Within minutes, I saw a profile that caught my eye. I’m still not sure what it was, exactly, that compelled me to break the rules again and make initial contact. Didn’t I learn my lesson with the blonde? I just sorta figured what the hell and fired off an introductory email.
He asked for my phone number and we spoke the next day for an hour and a half. I was surprised at the unexpected things we had in common. We talked again on Sunday, at his request, but he still didn’t ask me out. Monday evening, on a whim, I emailed him and asked if he wanted to meet for a drink. I have never, ever asked a man out in my entire life, and I was terrified of being rejected.
He said yes! (with a smiley face)
Well, I must say it was maybe the best first date I’ve ever had. I think he’s just great, and judging from the smiles and “I’m so happy’s” I think he feels the same way.
He had absolutely everything on my fantasy list except for the French or Italian accent, and I really think I can live with that. And… he lives within 5 miles of my house. You can’t beat that with a stick.
I’m going to guard the rest of the details, at least for now, because I think this is “the one.” I think he’s going to be my next significant relationship, and I’m so excited to step inside this new story and see what happens next.
…Feel the rain on your skin
No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
Drench yourself in words unspoken
Live your life with arms wide open
Today is where your book begins
The rest is still unwritten…Natasha Bedingfield, Unwritten