This week, I’ve been renting blog space over at Mom’s Musings (who has been a perfectly delightful host, by the way). Yesterday, she posted an entry about how she met her husband that has inspired me to do the same. So, here is my modern day fairy tale.
I visited a palm reader while on Spring Break during my junior year in college. While the visit was for entertainment, not advice, the reader told me something that would become very meaningful to me. She said, “Remember, you have more than one soul mate out there. Everyone does. Love isn’t just about compatibility. It’s about compatibility and timing.”
One weekend in July of 2002, I moved in to an 8th floor apartment with a balcony that overlooked a swimming pool and faced another apartment building that was identical to mine. Many times during that weekend, I stood on the balcony and soaked up the view. If I could have peeked in to the apartments in the building across from me, particularly the third one from the right on the third floor, I would have seen the man that would be my husband doing the very thing I’d been doing all weekend: moving in.
Dave and I came to live in those apartments because our first marriages were ending. Having gone from living with our parents to living with our spouses, this was our first experience living on our own. I guess that’s why it took us a little over a year after our move in date to meet. We both had a lot to sort out.
During that year, I started a new job and worked as much as I could. When I wasn’t working, I read a lot of books and watched even more movies. I did the things I had always done while I was married, but was proving to myself that I could do them on my own. I also did the things anyone living on their own would do: walked around in my apartment naked, ate ice cream for breakfast and lived out my rockstar fantasies in front of my mirror each night. Before long, I started to feel lonely. My girlfriend Erika suggested that I start dating. Dating!!! I had met my first husband when I was 16 years old, so I’d never really been a part of the dating scene. It seemed so intimidating. She suggested that I try the Yahoo! Personals. I scoffed at the idea at first. I wouldn’t dream of posting a personal ad. Then again, I wouldn’t dream of being divorced, but there I was. I saw the success Erika was having making new friends through the personals and decided to give it a try. What did I have to lose? Reluctantly, I posted an ad that included a few things like this:
I’m an upbeat girl with a kind heart looking for a great guy to share some time with. I fill my days up with the things I love: my family, my job, my crazy cat, and music! I enjoy movies, reading, and laughing. I’m looking for a gentle man with a good sense of humor to have some fun with! He should be honest, stable and open.
I wasn’t looking for love, just some companionship – someone to come out with me to dinner or the movies. I didn’t believe I was ready for love, but sometimes you get more than you ask for in life. Sometimes you’re given more than you think you can handle because someone or something knows better. I don’t know. Maybe God looked down one night and saw Dave and I in our respective apartments, belting out “Come What May” from Moulin Rouge into our hairbrushes and decided to put us together. The song is a duet, after all.
Whatever the reason, Dave responded to my ad along with a few other guys. The responses ranged from one night stand invitations to near wedding proposals. Dave’s response was simple: “You seem like someone I’d like to know. Oh, and you have a great smile.” We exchanged a few e-mails, then scheduled a time to talk via instant messenger. During our on-line conversation, we discovered that we were living right across the swimming pool from each other. After a trip to our balconies for a quick wave, we scheduled our first date.
Our first date was dinner, a softball game, bowling and the best conversation of my life. We had so much in common, so many similar experiences that seemed to happen at the same time. It was as if we’d been walking parallel paths that finally merged. It was then that the words of the palm reader made sense.Â Suddenly the world seemed such a perfect place.
And now, we’re living our happily ever after.
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