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Love is and will always be unexpected. Or surprising…after all, it is love.
I met a man that I had little to slight interest in. Seeing how I was new to town, “yes” was my immediate response to going out. A few weeks later, I ended up on a date with him that was this side of “should have stayed home.” I mean, he did not consider me. I was a second thought, not a priority. I went so far as blogging about what a terrible time I had. This man got me stirred up.
Then Bad Date showed up around every corner. Even with my bad review of our first date, there he was! Like a lost dog clever enough to escape the dogcatcher but cute enough to not to have any on lookers call him in, running amuck on the street.
After one bad date, with Bad Date under my belt, I dug deeper to see if there was anything past my first glance. Was there?
Indeed, there was. I ran into Bad Date at the farmers market. I suggested we grab a drink. I proceeded to cry on his shoulder about my torn heart over the wrong man, “Mr. Heartbreaker” (that should have never been mine). Bad Date also poured his heart out, somehow we were in flight and never bought a ticket. We started to bond, we sort of kissed, it was unexpected and in that moment, things took a turn.
I ran into Bad Date again. And then again. It appeared as if fate had its hand in our seeing eachother. It seemed that running into him was my hopeful expectancy. That same hope carried me from one day until then next.
A fateful Sunday came around. Lost in a list of to-do’s that interestingly belongs to a writer. Sunday’s the day that can be a power day. I was curled up in a ball, wanting to escape the hours of computer alone time, when Bad Date texted me. I was girlishly giddy, all I wanted to do was see this man.
We did nothing special, yet everything seemed special. An hour rolled into the next, and before I knew it, a whole day slid past us. The man that was a Bad Date was now the man that time stood still for.
When it comes to love, or dates, or bad dates, one never knows. A great Sunday may come of it. Keeping my eyes open and my heart open may, in fact, pay off.
My Mantra: “Sometimes good things can come from bad beginnings.”