Still desperately in love

I made David a pie yesterday just because I know he loves pie. Especially sour cream apple pie. However, last night he came home with flowers and a card that made me cry. I thought it was because I’d told him about the pie when he called to say he was on his way home. Nope. We met six years ago yesterday and I’d forgotten the date.

He was in Denver from the San Jose office to transition his project to our office while he worked out of the London office for a year. As the last Denver person leaving that night, I saw the light on and went to make sure he had a key to lock up the place. I asked if he needed directions anywhere as we were firmly entrenched in a business park with no amenities nearby. He asked for a bookstore. Be still my beating heart! I drew him a “map” to the Tattered Cover on the white board. He looked confused. I told him it was near my place and he could follow me and I’d head home once he had turned into the parking lot. He asked if we could have dinner first.

We went to a non-defunct chain where they told us “we’re deserted because all the fun people are at the football game.” Huh. Ok. During dinner something clicked and I knew in an instant that I was going to spend the rest of my life with this man. Alas and alack, it took him a little while longer. I have only questioned this feeling once and it was that very night.

We finished supper and walked across the street to the Tattered Cover – which has since relocated making me freak out a wee bit about how much has changed in the last six years – where he spent approximately 2.3 seconds picking out a book and was ready to leave. How can anyone walk into any bookstore, let alone the Tatter Cover, and be finished in less than three seconds? How could I possibly think about spending the rest of my life with someone who doesn’t relish in all the glory that is the Tattered Cover?

The next day the same scenario played out. I was the last one leaving and he asked if we could have dinner together. Same thing the next day. And the next. Now before you starting wondering if I was doing this on purpose the answer would be yes. But also, as the web goddess I was the one who strolled in just in time to head out to lunch with everyone, so I was always the last one to leave.

We would have the best time at dinner - at least I thought we were. Until one night when I stuck my foot firmly in my mouth and had no earthly idea how to remove it. We had dinner and on the way out a huge, and I’m talking enormous lifted pick up truck drove by. I mean, I could walk under it, it was just that tall. I said, “Hrmm. Bummer about his penis.” Which of course got a double take from David. I went on to clarify that most men who drive four-wheel drive pickups are compensating for something. He points out he has a four-wheel drive parked in his driveway in California. Oops. I try to explain that it isn’t stock four-wheel drives of which I speak, but the silly raised and useless four-wheel drives. However, really, how does one get themselves out of that conversation with a man they’ve known for less than two weeks? Silence.

Anyway, things went on like this for two whole weeks. Just dinner. Didn’t really talk in the office during the day. No telephone calls. No emails. Just dinner and see you tomorrow. It took us two weeks to go on an actual date – which is a whole other story. Even longer than that for our first kiss – best first kiss in the history of first kisses. And even longer for a whole bunch of other firsts. However it was worth it. And everyday proves it all over again. Even when he wakes me up four times in one morning trying to get ready for a conference, I love him more than I have ever loved another soul.