It’s hard to believe that today marks a year since I first met HSTeacher. It was a blind date, of sorts – we both had profiles on OKCupid. He had originally emailed me on OkCupid while I was in the midst of working on congressional campaign. I didn’t see the note because, if it wasn’t campaign related, it wasn’t on my radar. About a month or so later he emailed me again, a few weeks after the primary election. Since my candidate didn’t win, I had a little time to respond. After a few emails and a couple of phone calls, we agreed to meet at a Starbucks near my place in late afternoon, since he was on summer vacation and I was unemployed (but interviewing madly). He showed up in his convertible with a bike on a rack in the rear, because he had told me over the phone that he was just going to get rid of it, so if I wanted to put money into it (the seat was torn up and the tires needed work), it was mine.
The coffee date turned into a dinner date and, nine hours after first laying eyes on one another, we walked back to his car, whereupon he took my hand and held it. I was surprised, but touched. He dropped me off at my apartment with a nice, gentlemanly little kiss.
After so many first dates last year, I didn’t hold out hope, but before I knew it we were in an actual relationship. And, for the most part, it’s been an excellent one.
Happy anniversary, honey. I love you.