The first time I met him, I knew it wouldn’t be the last time I saw him. I knew he was going to be a part of my life, I just didn’t know what part he would play. The basic introduction is still a blur, but what we both remember is him sitting at the bar alone.
He claims he was just sitting there alone enjoying his beer and I “came and got him.” I remember our mutual friend asking me where he was, telling me to go find him, and so I did. He was sitting at the bar by himself. I thought that maybe he was just shy. And maybe he was. But he came with me.
And that was it. For that night. We joined our friend, talked and hung out for a while, and then they took me home. And it would be a couple of weeks before I talked to him again. But my first impression of him was why I ended up talking to him again. There was something about him that I couldn’t leave alone; I couldn’t just let it go. He had that shy, almost nerdy guy vibe and although I was significantly older than him, I was extremely attracted. But at the same time, while he had made a distinct first impression on me, I was afraid I had made a not so good first impression on him. I was afraid that I had come off as either: drunk, silly, crazy or all the above. And thank goodness, I would later find out that I came across as none of the above.
So, I took a chance and messaged him. And he answered. And that was the beginning.