"The One" ...kinda.

After some unfortunate dating encounters, I took time off to "focus on me" again. It actually went quite well! I took photo classes, started going to the gym regularly again, took a sewing class, went on several trips and before I knew it, it was New Years Eve and it was seconds from being midnight and 2010! As I stood there in a crowded night club in a (I must admit!) a deliciously hot little dress, swaying back & forth to the music with alcohol flowing through my system, I had a moment of clarity as I made my New Years wish: All I want is a crush!

Five days into the new year, I had a coffee date with a boy. I had a feeling about this one...not the nauseous vomity feeling like the other first dates I had forced myself to go on...no, this one was a good feeling! I was so nervous and that's just not what I do --all this silly nervous stuff over a boy I haven't even had a real conversation with?? Ridiculous!! I had even overslept that morning because I honestly couldn't go to sleep the night before I was so nervous! He had mentioned that he was going out of town the next day, but we decided to squeeze in some time to grab coffee before he left.

As I sat at work emailing friends about how stupidly nervous I was about meeting him, it hit me: this has happened before!! The last time I was this nervous about a boy, I ended up with him for a little over three years. Well, and then he ended up cheating on me and breaking my heart & emotionally ruined for a year or so --but let's not get too technical now.

I was sweating like crazy as I drove to the coffee shop and the second I drove past it and saw him sitting at the tables outside, I calmed down.

A smile. A hug. And 2 hours later, I knew it --I was nervous because I knew he'd be perfect. Great conversation, cute as hell, great white straight teeth (yes, I can be picky about these things), looking hot in his motorcycle jacket...I hadn't had an experience close to this since my first date with the last long term boyfriend. And I definitely welcomed the feeling.

As we wrapped it up and started to leave the coffee shop, I'm reminded of my favorite quote: "the universe may not always play fair, but at least it has a hell of a sense of humor."

Here I am, after two years of licking my wounds and getting over the emotional damage caused by my ex, not looking for anyone special really, and I end up sitting across from this guy over coffee. Only to realize that he's leaving for a job in Alaska...for three months. Not just any job in Alaska, a job that requires him to be on a fishing boat in the middle of the ocean with no phone, no Internet --nothing! Everything about him was "my type" --he was my future long term boyfriend and he didn't even know it!

I know, I know --it sounds crazy and actually somewhat creepy, but I trust that funny little feeling inside. I mean, if this was some sort of romantic comedy movie, he would come back, say he felt a strong chemistry between us and wants to see where it leads and we would live happily ever after. But in the twisted reality that is life, it was just two complete strangers talking over coffee and sharing two hours together before returning back to our own lives as if those couple hours never existed. If he hadn't had to leave?

Woulda, coulda, shoulda...

Hell of a sense of humor indeed, Universe. Hell of a sense of humor...