This past winter, I was single and very, very alone. I lived in a house by myself, and I ran into my ex almost every day. I felt stagnant in my career, and I regularly contemplated leaving town and starting anew. I remember looking at blogs of happy, photogenic couples and feeling miserably disheartened. It seemed like such a personal jab — look what I have, look what you don’t have. Even seeing a tired couple grocery shopping made me yearn for the company. I can recall one day, getting an amicable bear hug from a male friend of mine, and completely melting. When he noticed I had tears in my eyes, he pulled me back in and asked what was wrong. “I’m so lonely,” I croaked.
Now in hindsight, I can see very clearly that I needed that single time, and as lonely as it sometimes was, it was also necessary. I remember repeating to myself, “I’m handing it over to time, I’m handing it over to time.”
And then, on a frigid night in April, my friend Liz and I peeled ourselves off the couch to have a beer at the local divebar in town. In small Woods Hole, you see the exact same people out every weekend, so I thought nothing of it as we ducked inside and ordered some drinks.
We spotted Kevin at the same time — he was noticeably handsome, with that scruff I love, sitting at a corner booth with some friends. I took a deep breath and boldly approached him, which, for an introvert like myself, was out of character! The next night, we had our first kiss.
The funny thing is, I remember being on pins and needles in the beginning — I was so excited to have met him but I was also terrified that there would be a deal breaker, so I waited for it: Would he be a picky eater? Would he have tiny, slender hands? Would he not laugh at my bathroom jokes? I was holding my breath for our entire first date.
The weirdest part, though, is the fact that Kevin and I had mutual friends prior to meeting, we’re both in our mid-late twenties, and we lived five minutes away from each other. And yet, we never crossed paths until that night. That has always amazed me — especially since, in a big city like New York, you can randomly run into the same stranger twice in one day, in two different boroughs. It feels like a testament that time really was at play all along.
How did you meet your significant other? Are you single? Married? Share if you feel like it…