Our Love Story- Part 3: The First Date

January 13^th was a normal Friday, I got up, went to work and went into the lunchroom to put my lunch in the fridge and suddenly it hit me, a wave of nausea and I was running into the bathroom about to be sick.

It turns out I came down with a 24 hour stomach bug and was sent home from work sick that day. I felt even sicker when I cam to the realization that there was no way I was going to be able to have lunch with Sell_Dude. I knew that he was becoming impatient with my avoidance tactics and we were at the end of the line.

I thought to myself:

There is no way that after everything I have put this guy through that he is going to believe that I am actually sick, he is going to thick I’m just a big flake.

I really didn’t want to be green on our first date, or throw up on him; I also knew if I cancelled I may not get another chance.

So I made the call, thankfully he understood and lunch became just for coffee; as the thought of eating was not at all appealing to me.

He later told me that he almost told me to forget it when I called to change our plan, but against his own hesitations he agreed to the change of plans.

I got there first, ordered my latte and sat by the window so that I could watch each car as it pulled into the parking lot. I saw this guy walk up to the door carrying a bouquet of flowers and I thought that can’t be him, who brings flowers to a first date?

Low and behold it was him; he was tall, dark and handsome. He was even better looking in person than he was in his pictures.

As I gave him the quick once over, I noted that he had nice broad shoulders, a solid build and was tall… Completely unlike any guy I had dated before, but incredibly appealing to me.

We hugged right away, and he gave me the flowers, they were bright pink stargazer lilies. I don’t remember what it was we talked about that day, but I do remember just staring into his eyes and the way he never looked away from me, he always looked right into my eyes; like there was something there he just had to discover… it was almost too intense.

One hour turned into two, three turned five and many lattes later I realized that I was on the verge of being late to meet my girlfriend for dinner.

That night when I got home, Dad asked, “So how was it?” I replied frankly, “I only know one thing for sure; I’m trouble, big trouble, because he appears to be everything he says he is and more”.

Dad just smiled and said, “Told ya”.

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