Love at Lunch

After Mr. Green Hair showed up Blonde at my lunch table we talked. In fact, the rest of the table faded away.  We talked to each other for the entire hour.

I found out later that he wasn’t much of a talker to most peo­ple.  He could have fooled me, because the guy talked almost as much as I did.  Which if you haven’t been able to tell from this blog is a feat because I can talk and talk and talk, oh, and then talk some more.

How­ever, it didn’t start off well.  Some­one men­tioned fire­fight­ers and  I used my trade­mark sar­casm to not impress him.  I made a sar­cas­tic remark about how fire­fight­ers all think they are so great just because they go into burn­ing build­ings, save lives and drive the world’s most awe­some vehi­cles.  He imme­di­ately jumped on that.  It turns out his father was a vol­un­teer fire­fighter and why wouldn’t I appre­ci­ate the work they do.  Um, genius I DO appre­ci­ate it. It’s called sar­casm I hold a Ph.D in it, dude.

After I removed my foot from mouth (because of course I didn’t think the “genius line” I said it aloud) & he real­ized I was JOKING, because I LOVE fire­fight­ers & the work they do, (Really fire­fight­ers are unsung heroes ) the con­ver­sa­tion turned to fam­ily, life and a host of other top­ics.  At the end I knew his mid­dle name, con­fir­ma­tion name, he didn’t eat meat, his favorite bands, that he wanted to become a air force pilot as a kid but couldn’t because he is too tall & can’t see and came from a fam­ily where his par­ents were still mar­ried.   I told him just as much information.

It was kismet that we were at that table, at that col­lege, at that point & time together, even though I thought he was still in a rela­tion­ship.  I fig­ured back then we’d become friends & I would just pine away.  Fine, what­ever.  It was col­lege & there were other fish in the sea.

But as it turns out, he for­got to share an impor­tant detail he was on the way out of a relationship.

There would be many lunches ahead of us before I would know this though.  Many lunches after he and that girl­friend (yes, that one) had bro­ken up where we would talk.   Many lunches before… well, that’s a story for another day.

[this is part of my “how I met your father” series]

Tagged as: how i met your father, husband, love at first sight, Marriage