The Post I Never Thought I’d Write (Part 2)

It is so early, I have not been able to sleep past 5am lately but instead of being upset, 

I use the time for writing, planning, anything productive really.

When I woke up this morning I had an idea of what I wanted to write but sometimes

it is all about the process. My hot cup of coffee, desk cleared of all clutter and 

blinds open to allow the natural light to stream in. 

Remember when I made this post? If you happened to have missed it or are new to my

blog, it was about how I met the man I planned to marry. It was later followed up with

a vlog answering some of the questions my first post prompted.

I promised someday I would continue and I feel it is the perfect time.

I knew sharing this story with others was something I needed to do to achieve proper

closure. There is no happy ending but there is a lesson which makes it worth sharing.

I ended with the moment on our first date when I asked him if I was even his type, assuring him I would not make a scene about it, that I just did not want to waste either of our precious time. He was like nothing I had ever previously seen or even dreamt of. 

I guess that shows you where my self-confidence was at that time, 

that I could not believe this gorgeous, well-spoken, athletic, 

successful man could truly want to be on a date with me.

When he looked at me, smiled, emitted a little laugh and said “You are exactly

my type” my heart kind of stopped. What did that mean!? How could that be?

I did not question that for more than a few seconds as I delved into conversation that did 

not cease. We had such varying backgrounds, such different lives but were both so

open and without judgment that it seemed we were meant to meet.

When he looked at me without blinking for extended periods of time I would smile and

look away, embarrassed but still flattered. Four or five hours into the date he moved in

a bit closer and said “I want to kiss you.”

I snapped my head back and said “NOT ON THE FIRST DATE.” Yes, I know. 

Sally Smoothpants over here. He responded by kissing me anyways. I was so surprised

I barely had time to allow my indignation to rise, there were no slaps or harsh words.

There is something so appealing about a man that so clearly respects you and obeys your

wishes with exception to monumental moments such as that one. I will never forget it.

As things progressed with us, I knew it was true love because for well over two years

even a text from him would send flurries through my stomach.

True love is thinking about the other before yourself, naturally.

I had never experienced that so deeply and felt it in return.

At the conclusion of our date he told me he would be traveling for two days but he would 

call me as soon as he returned so that we could see each other. 

I was hopeful that it was not just another line, the call would not come as an afterthought

a week later when my feelings had slightly dissipated, the entire memory soured.

Two days later I was on the elliptical in the gym and my phone rang. It was him. “I just

returned” he said almost breathlessly. It was as if he called me as he was stepping off

the plane. Elation does not begin to describe my feelings.

That euphoria very seldom lessened, in fact much of the time it became more intense.

I have to admit, searching for an image worthy of launching this post I used the

keywords “true love.” 

Scrolling through photo after photo made me teary eyed and nostalgic. But it is those experiences that incite such strong emotion that should be celebrated, not mourned.

Do you understand now, why I decided to share this story?

I think that may be enough for now, but I will be continuing when the mood strikes.

I promise.

Have a wonderful weekend!

Tomorrow I am hosting a brunch for some lovely ladies and still have plenty

to do in preparation but have planned well so there will be no rushing or angst.

What are your plans this weekend?

Your thoughts on my story?