The prompt this week at Write on Edge was: describe a face to face meeting which, for better or for worse, didn’t go as planned.  This “meeting” popped into my head immediately.  For more stories, head over to Write on Edge! 

It was probably the least likely place that I expected he would suggest to meet.  I had been there before, of course, shoved between men and women around my age with ice clinking gingerly in my glass.  I remember being pushed around easily in the place – never being able to stay near the group of people I came with and surrounded by strangers far too eager to pay for overpriced liquid courage.  I was 80% positive that a girl had puked in the bathroom the weekend prior.

I thought about calling it off.  I really did.  There were too many things that scared me.  What if I don’t like him?  What if he doesn’t like me?  What if we have nothing in common?

Instead, I was late.  There are far few events that I am actually on time for.  He responded quickly that he didn’t mind and it was the first good sign.

Luckily, he picked a night during the week and so it was quiet.  We could talk and talk we did.  We started off easy discussing some things that we already knew that we had in common… crossfit, paleo, family.  Then, the surprising things happened.  Like, how was he the only one to get me to talk about my blog?  Or, the way he laughed for no clear reason.  I would later find out that he does it because he’s happy.

It ended at exactly the right time – not too late and not too early.  It wasn’t dramatic, a fairytale or a damsel in distress situation.  It was simple and I had no idea how it was going to end.

But, it was definitely the beginning.