Agonotheta

The Meeting

March 09, 2004

A couple Sundays ago, I received a phone call from my older sister Christine. She abruptly asked, as is her custom, if I would be interested in meeting a certain eligible bachelorette.

"Uh, I don't think so," I said.

"Don't you at least want to hear about her first," she asked.

"No, I don't think so. Blind dates never work and I'm not really interested in spending my hard-earned money taking somebody out when it will be over before it began."

I am not normally a pessimistic person, but I know a thing or two about blind dates and was in no mood for optimism.

Attempting a little passive aggression, "Well, thats really too bad, because she'd be perfect for you. Smart, fun, educated . . . not to mention, beautiful."

"You're not going to give up, are you?" I said.

"No."

"Fine, tell me about her," I relinquished.

She went on to tell me as much as she knew about this person. By the end of our one hour conversation, I too, was very interested in not only getting to know her, but definitely "taking her out."

For the rest of the day, I couldn't help but think about her. Envisioning our meeting, hearing our first conversation, imagining her interests and hobbies. Later that night, I decided I would call her the following day.

The Following Day

Mustering all the courage I could get, complete with opening joke and awkward initial conversation topics for discussion, I dial her number. No answer. So, I leave a message for her on her voicemail, expecting a return call that night. But I get nothing.

"Stupid girl," I think, remembering a quote from some movie where the heroine curses the boy who didn't call. "Well, she probably had plans tonight and doesn't want to call too late. I'm sure she'll call tomorrow."

The Day After The Following Day

After work, I ran a few miles, ate dinner, and sat down to relax, hoping she'd call sometime that evening. Hour after hour passed and as it approached 10:00 PM, I knew she wouldn't call. So I brushed my teeth, took out my contacts, and got ready for bed, when all of a sudden . . . my phone rang.

I look at the caller ID screen only to see her name. My first instinct was to ignore it and let her sweat for a couple of days. That quickly took a cliff dive off my list of possible actions, as I reminded myself I am no longer a teenager nor a college student "playing games."

I happily answered the phone and spoke with her for more than two hours that night. Since our offices are only a couple of blocks apart, we made plans to go to lunch in a couple days.

The lunch went great. I picked her up in my new car (which couldn't hurt) and I took her to a cafe. The conversation was great, never slacked or was awkward as many a first conversation are. I was very pleased with who she turned out to be. She is all that my sister said and more. Intelligent, witty, funny, educated, ambitious, and beautiful, just to name a few of her obvious qualities.

That first week, we spoke on the phone for over 12 hours. We saw each other twice. From the very first moment, we were comfortable and open with each other. We both spoke separately to the same person about how comfortable we truly are with each other.

The more I get to know her, the more I learn of her many not-so-obvious, but still very amazing traits.

The strange thing for me is that she simply "gets" me. She understands who I am. Although, she says I am "different from anybody she's ever met," I know she understands how my mind works. She understands me emotionally. I feel some strange, metaphysical connection to her. Yes, I know its early, but that's how I feel.

Actually, I'm still dealing with this connection and the thoughts that it initiates. Yeah, it's very cool. But at the same time, it freaks me out. I've never been one for fate or that there is one person out there meant for you.

So that's the somebody I was referring to last week. There's a little more information about how we met. I certainly need to find that balance of how much information I give about her, as I don't want to violate her anonymity. I guess, I can leave that up to her, as she is already monitoring the happenings here. One thing, though, anticipate many more postings about her and this relationship in general, as she is constantly on my mind.

So, I ask you, has anyone ever just "got" you? Whether it was a friend of the same sex or a boyfriend or girlfriend? Did you marry that person?