I met my husband on a phone line that was for anonymous hookups. His "ad" caught my attention and I left a message for him.
He called me the next day and by that I time I was busy cleaning the house and not in the "mood" But I agreed to meet him at a local coffee house. I really did NOT want a blind date. Blind dates are hard with guys. So many of them decide in the 1st millisecond whether or not they are interested before you even have a chance to open your mouth. I had really arrived at the point where I was not looking for love as much as a good time. "Good times" are much much easier to come by. Soooo when I pulled up to the coffee house he was sitting at an outside table. And he was just about the most attractive man I had ever (up to that point) laid my eyes on. I remember thinking "oh that's right, what I got up for today was a rejection" 
So I stomped up to the table and asked it were him. It was. We talked for abit and he LOOKED AT HIS WATCH. "Alrighty that's it" I thought. He asked if I wanted to take a walk around one our lakes. I did. I kept thinking, "be cool be cool, don't yap out your life story" By this time our "quick hook up had evolved into a 1st date" We went to an Ethiopian joint for dinner. I was watching him scoop up some lentils with his injera and considered crying out "I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU!" Thankfully I resisted the urge.
We didn't kiss for a month and 1/2.
That was August 1997. I love him still, with all my heart.
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