I was excited but a little nervous as I drove to the restaurant. My outfit was carefully selected. My make up meticulously applied. My hair painstakingly fixed. I wanted to make a good impression.
Thanks to traffic I was a little late so he was already there. He stood as I walked up. We might have shaken hands as we officially met in person. Truthfully, I don't remember. I do remember what I ate (avocado enchiladas).
And I do remember thinking - and being relieved - that he was really cute. The best kind of cute. The kind of cute that never gets old.
Our conversation during dinner was the usual getting to know each other topics. And yet I was so captivated I failed to notice a single person around us.
His smile drew me in. It made me feel comfortable. Like I could be me without pretense. Without my armor of sarcasm.
His eyes left me spellbound. Dark brown with a glint that told of a playful, mischievous spirit that was also solid and supporting, which I found to be extremely attractive. Those eyes told me something else that I wouldn't even realize until much later reflecting back on that night... I was home; I was where I was supposed to be.
After dinner when he asked about going to a movie, I didn't hesitate to spend more time in his company. And at the end of the night after we said goodbye and I was back in my car headed home, I was mortified when I realized I didn't thank him and tell him how much I fun I had. As soon as I could, I texted him so he would know I enjoyed the evening.
Did I know that night four years ago that I had met my future?
It's hard to say. But I knew that there was something different about him. Especially when the next night a six-sentence email from him floored me so much that I hardly slept more than a couple hours because I couldn't stop thinking about him.