We met on a Saturday night and having gone through my usual pattern of being excited in the lead-up, followed by feelings of uncertainty trying to find excuses about why I should not go, I arrived on time. It was a great restaurant and once inside, I knew it would be fun. It was a good group and because most of us had not driven – we could have a few drinks without worrying about driving (these dinners were always a lot of fun).
At the end of the evening, I called my son to pick me up – it came as no surprise that he had hooked up with mates and was far too busy. So as the group parted, we worked out who was going in which direction. It turned out that the girl beside me (who seemed very pleasant) lived in the next suburb and she agreed to share a taxi. It was a wonderful ride home –we sat well apart and chatted. The ride was over in a flash – she smiled, said good night and was gone. It was a long weekend so I didn’t have my chance to see if she was interested until Tuesday – a long wait.
As it turned out, she was just as keen to meet up again. We met up the next weekend to go into the city. When she saw me on the train station, she gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek – and we have not looked back from that moment……………..she calls me her taxi guy.
We have been together 15 months and will be married this week….it was her first and only dinner.