Being single at thirty was a whole different playing field than it was when I was in my twenties. There were weeks of moping around complaining that all my friends are married and I’m inevitably setting up my life to be a cat lady. I finally proudly announced to my sister that “I don’t need anyone right now – I am OK with just ‘finding myself’.. just like they do in the movies”. As the words fell out of my mouth, my phone vibrated notifying me of a random friend request on Facebook. We had one mutual friend – a new girlfriend I had made at work who knew I was always on the prowl for single men.
I didn’t care about going on the date, but I figured “why not?”. I didn’t want to cave in to the social pressures on online dating. I was sick of everyone telling me about how they have a friend who met their husband from some site somewhere. When I was young and the internet was slowly becoming part of our daily lives, we were cautioned to never meet a stranger off the internet. I still don’t know what happened when this all of a sudden became the only way to meet new people. It just wasn’t for me.
We messaged on Facebook, progressed to texting, and had one conversation on the phone. He picked me up the following Friday in his 89 Jeep. The back was trashed with tools, some clothes, and some actual trash. There was no radio in the dashboard, but he had an actual portable radio sitting behind the seat turned on and loud enough to pass for the replacement entertainment.
I jumped in and introduced myself. He had a hat on, and a beard that was a little too overgrown. He looked a little bit like a lumberjack, which was the exact type of person I was attracted to. This made me overlook the ghetto radio situation. Because he is 35, one of the first questions I asked him was, “so why aren’t you married yet?”. He smiled and looked at me and said “I just haven’t met the right person yet.”
The drive was rough being a passenger in a manual, and I got car sick on the way to the movie theatre. He put his arm around me as we walked in and I said “people would never know that we literally just met 20 minutes ago”. We got seated at a restaurant before the movie started, and I sat on the same side of the booth as him. I felt more comfortable that way. He admitted to me that he loved my energy, and hasn’t felt that right with someone in so long. He kissed me right there, about an hour into the date. This was moving pretty fast for me, but, in his presence it seems weirdly familiar, and undeniably comfortable.
The theatre was one of those luxurious ones, with big reclining seats. Instead of sitting in my assigned seat, I just sat with him, took my boots off, and curled up like it was Friday night on a couch we shared. He told me that this was so comfortable, and he never clicks with anyone this fast, so I asked if we should just get married. Without hesitation, he answers “Yes!” and I just looked at him and replied, “I always knew my life would end up this way”.