Eleven years ago today, my plans for the evening fell through. Coincidentally, so did the plans of a cute guy who worked an aisle or two away at my first job and who had been saying, “Hi Cat!” every time he passed me (which was often, since my desk was in the middle of the hallway) since I had started two weeks before.
What are you doing tonight? he asked.
I don’t know. What are you doing? I asked back.
I don’t know. What are you doing? he asked again.
So I took a deep breath and said, Do you want to get a drink?
We stopped off at his apartment on the way and he went into his closet to change his shirt. Peeking through the crack, I was astounded to see how white his chest was. Taking another deep breath, I decided I could get used to it.
Drinks at the Time Cafe on 7th Ave. (which is no longer there) turned merged into dinner at a sushi restaurant on Hudson Street (also no longer there) and then a movie. The next day, we both had pre-arranged dates with other people, but by evening, we were back together. The rest, as they say, is history.
One third of my life and counting.
What a sweet story.
awww.
Happy anniversary.
I can only second Sarah’s awwwww.
Sweet. Especially peeking through the door. Hee. Happy anniversary.
Congratulations! May you have many, many more years together!
Congrats! Are you guys going anything special to celebrate? Have fun, no matter what you do!
Happy Happy! And awwww….
What a great story!
So cute that you peeked! =)
That is so sweet. Cograts to you both!