One day, when my children will ask, I will tell them, that I met A on a funny little invention called facebook.
It made little stalkers out of everyone of us and anyone saying, that they do not stalk other people, would be lying. That simple. Facebook = stalking for beginners. Only good thing about it, we won’t need night-sight-glasses and I haven’t heard from anyone getting a restraining order because of facebook – yet.
I first saw A’s profile on my dearest friend B’s (B… best friend) profile. He seemed like a funny guy (this I could judge by going through all his pictures and reading his profile). His profile said, that he was a contra dancer (wikipedia: Contra dance refers to several partnered folk dance styles in which couples dance in two facing lines of indefinite length.) but I was fairly sure I haven’t had the chance to dance with him yet. Little did I know that my time would come soon…
On Friday, February 27th, 2009 B and I went to a contra close by, Giant Robot Dance (for more information: http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=19800643224) was playing that night and they attracted people from all over. Dancers from NYC, Philadelphia, New Jersey, Virginia… you name it, if they were contra dancers they most certainly were attending.
After one dance had ended I asked a stranger (tall, dark-haired, in his mid to late 20ies, blue eyed, attractive) to dance with me but he told me that he already had a partner for this dance but he would love to dance the next one. So I looked around and found myself another partner (round, obese, bold, red-faced, sweaty, dark eyed, in his early 60ies – can’t be picky at contra, as B would say!). After the dance I excitedly waited for my dark haired partner to arrive and he slowly made his way to me with the biggest smile on his face. He introduced himself as A and we smalltalked about life, what we were doing and and and.
It only took me about 2 minutes to figure out that he was fun to hang out and another minute to figure out that I really liked him. 5 minutes into knowing him I knew that he was simply awesome and that the girl that had him was lucky.
Later that night I found out that he was single, living and working in Philadelphia and only in town for that one night. So I figured, although I really enjoyed his company, there was no use in even trying to hang out with him outside of contra.
We still got to dance every single dance until the end together and I really enjoyed being with him. He then asked me for my phone number, even though I still wasn’t sold on the idea on dating a guy living in Phila, I gave him my number.
None of these moments where the moments when I knew that the fish met the bird.
In fact, I didn’t know that until a few minutes before B and I were on our way home.
A and I were standing outside of the dance hall, we were talking and joking and just genuinely enjoying each other’s company. And then there was a sign… One that I sent, one that he received, one that I interpreted, one he acted on. Yes, of course we kissed that night and I sure hope that this was my last first kiss ever, all though in life there are no guarantees.
I then knew, that I met my bird, that I met my fish, that I met my significant other, my better half, my Nutella… you name it.
When I woke up the next morning, I was happy. A happiness that hasn’t left my heart ever since. Like the perfect Nutella sandwich overflowing with chocolate spread.