How We Met

taken from a post that was taken from a letter that was taken from a text

I think by now you know I am a writer.  🙂   Everything eventually gets written down.  The more excited I am, the faster it gets “published”.  Our First Date, and everything leading up to it, certainly qualified. 
As with all stories, this one may have events blended into one for better story telling.  Scenes of a sexual/sensual nature cause this story to be rated PG13.  No nudity was involved (damn it).  Names have been changed to protect the guilty.
I’m so happy I just had to share with someone This is taken from an IM session with my bestie. We hadn’t girl talked for a while because she was having family issues, not least of all was her mother dying. I’m famous for my story telling, so that’s why it’s written the way it is. Its long, so TIA for reading
How S and I found each other: This is the story as I perceive it. I’ve made a few assumptions or guesses about how he was feeling at times, which I hope to have corrected if needed.
I found an on line service I liked, one that made you give a really in depth profile, including issues I found really important, like religion, politics, mental/physical illness/issues acceptance, and so on. I did not want to find a match only to have to disclose deep dark secrets later. I wanted to KNOW, I wanted HIM to know. You know?
So for a week, I was brutally honest. I addressed stuff I’d stashed in the back corner of my soul for years and years. It was the best therapy I’ve ever been in. It was hard, it was embarrassing, I cried over stuff, I admitted stuff… It was liberating.
I was equally picky about the kind of guy I was looking for. Why go through all of this and not be? I never expected to get a perfect match, that would just be silly. I am realistic, after all. And certainly I would not be 100% for anyone, either. Too flawed for that!
But like I said, I wanted to give it an honest shot.
So, after answering several hundred questions (oy) I finally hit the “search” button
And “HE” came up with a 99% compatibility

Well, I spent the next few days just staring at his profile lol I couldn’t believe it. The first line in the bit where you write about yourself was “I am a Christian and love Christ.”
And the rest was equally as compelling. Just as I was working up the nerve to message him, he messaged me with this: Hi. Just checking out your perfection. Will take me a while to absorb all that beauty.
lol what a sweet talker
And we’ve been talking on line every night since then. He’s former Air Force and we talked military talk together without having to explain ourselves. He, like me, has been married and divorced twice. We told each other all the gory details and our hearts went out to each other. Oh my, I sound like a romance novel, but it all actually happened! To feel like this without having any idea about “the chemistry” is astounding. Soulmates. Actual, literal, soulmates.
As far as what does he look like? Not what you’d guess! He’s not my typical type at all, which if you think about it, is a good thing. Hadn’t been working out in the past, now had it? In his profile picture, you can see he has a mustache, a goatee, and long grey hair. Longer than mine. But the more we talked, the cuter he got…
Sorry, I had to pause to swoon a little. Anyway, we talked about stuff I’ve never talked about with anyone, not even a counselor. Immediate understanding and compassion and acceptance. And insight! We both were able to give each other some insight on our issues. Amazing.
Friday we were talking about the weekend. I of course was working half of it. He was going to his daughter’s All American Soccer match… in Detroit. And he just kind of casually put out there that he’d been to Adrian before. And I said, are you telling me I might get to meet you tomorrow? And he said yes, if it would please me
Well, of course it would! And, not being a complete idiot, I suggested meeting in Ann Arbor, which didn’t really take him too much out of his way, was a reasonable drive for me, and followed the on line dating etiquette of not letting them know exactly where you live. And since both of our answers to the question “what would be your perfect first date” was “a walk in the park” I picked the botanical gardens run by UoM. Yup, it was only in the mid 50’s when we would meet, but I figured I’d be more comfortable outside, (and in the cold, hot flashes!) and if he could sit through it at a soccer game, he should be able to hack the cold for me Plus he was born in Michigan, so he has ice in his blood
So we would meet. Yesterday at work was a trial, let me tell you. Somehow I got everything done, but I couldn’t tell you how. Must have went into perfection mode, so I could leave as fast as possible lol I dunno. Not all that nervous, really (thank you, Zoloft) just suffering from anticipation. I made B be my person, gave her all the information I had on him, and told her to use it if I didn’t show up on Tuesday I wasn’t actually worried, but was just playing by the rules.
Ok, so we get there at exactly the same time, I passed his car as he was making the turn lol I knew it was him from the car and the mop of very bright grey hair! Because I then began to freak out a little, I ended up parking WAY away from the entrance, but it was good because I enjoyed myself as I walked up behind him as he was looking around for me. I started to snicker and he spun around, put a beautiful white rose in my hand, and I hugged him.
He does not have grey hair. Or, its the most beautiful grey I’ve ever seen. I would gladly have grey hair if it looked like that. Pearly ultra white blonde. His profile picture doesn’t do him justice. Yes, he’s got a belly, but his picture makes him look 14 months pregnant, and its just a 52 yo guys belly. His eyes get all grey and smoky in the right light. Uh, yeah, the only time I could stop looking at him was when I would realize I was practically drooling and looked away. And then look back.
We walked and sat and talked and saw a crane, a buck, a chipmunk, and a duck. Bizarrely, he was way more nervous and shy than I was, although I did lapse into silence now and then. But it wasn’t uncomfortable at all. And then, are you ready for this? This I’ve told no one, so feel privileged…
He kissed me. It was soft and sweet and hot, and way too short. We walked some more.
The wind picked up a little and blew his hair in his face. He was a little nervous about me thinking it was girly hair… long haired conservative? yeah I understood the nerves lol Well he fumbled a bit, being embarrassed and unsure of how I felt about his hair, or him, and I just reached out and tucked it behind his ear. Sooooo silky. Um, then I had both hands IN his hair and he grabbed my face and we had this blockbuster movie kiss right in the middle of the great outdoors, in front of God and anyone that might walk by! Oh, my!
Chemistry? Check! We spent 2 1/2 hours outside in the cold, it seemed like minutes. We talked a bit about date 2, which won’t be for a while because he’s got his two youngest this next week and weekend. So hopefully we’ll work something out for two weeks from now. He walked me to the back lot where my car was, and I just did not want to get in the car. I was freezing but I didn’t care. We both stretched it out as long as possible, but knew we had to leave before the park closed. So finally I dragged my butt in my car and went home. Me being me, I got very insecure. Did it go as well for him as it did me? You know, the junk. Is my baggage plus his baggage just too much for him to deal with? Would I actually hear from him again? And thats what I meant when I told T I was waiting to change my status from “its complicated”. I woke up this morning, sore from all the walking (didn’t take that into consideration lol), opened up my messenger, and just let it sit. I was not going to make the first move. I was not going to beg or chase him, although I rather felt like it. Nope, not gonna happen anymore. Went about my business. DING! He messaged me, we talked, and I changed my status.
And now you are all caught up, with some extra juicy tidbits. Sorry its a freaking novel, but you know how I am with a story!

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