Two years ago today I met the guy I’m lucky enough to call my boyfriend.
Our first date was dinner at a sports bar watching the Rays play. For almost the entire time he didn’t make eye contact with me. He’d either look down, look past or look at the game, occasionally meeting my eyes, but then quickly diverting somewhere else. At the time, I had come to grips with the fact that this would be just another free meal with an adorable guy who was most definitely not interested. We watched the entire game, then I drove him to his car since it was pouring rain outside and we were parked on opposite sides of the lot. We chatted in my truck for a while and when he went in for a good night kiss, I obliviously turned away, having him smack one on my cheek. It wasn’t until we were driving home after our date had ended, when he called “just to talk”, that I knew he was different, and that this could potentially be something special. Continue reading