Does the path of change lead through your own heart? 22 years ago today was the first blind (and by the way only) blind date of my life. My best friend set me up, although at the time he actually made me think it wasn’t a setup with a young lady. I was making Chocolate Chip cookies for my students (they had won a prize and I promised them home made Chocolate Chip cookies as the reward).
I was also making potato soup at the same time. Its one of my personal favorite dishes and I was happily cooking along. The young lady in question arrived early and my best friend/roommate well he didn’t show up. In fact he wasn’t going to show but that occurs later in the evening. I really liked this young lady, we had met a number of times over the years (if you’ve ever seen the movies When Harry met Sally what comes next is a scene borrowed from the movie).
The first time we met my future wife was wearing a bunny suit on April fools day 1975. I was a freshman and she was a senior in high school at the time. I asked her if she had the time. She glared at me and walked away. Many years later another friend of mine said he knew this waitress at the Trojan Horse restaurant (best Greek Food in Bloomington Indiana) that he thought I would like. He introduced us one day at the restaurant but she was busy and I was well, not aware. The gap between the first chance meeting and the second planned meeting was 5 years. The gap between our second less than spectacular meeting and our next meeting was 10 years. We, my best friend and I, used to have a group of folks that would go out dancing on Saturday nights. He had dated one of the members of the group and I had dated another, which kind of ruined the original group. I had met a girl a couple of weeks before, we had gone out a couple of times but things weren’t going that well. So we invited my then girlfriend and a couple of other folks to join us at J. Arthurs restaurant and bar for dancing on the Saturday that passed 3 days ago (and 22 years before). The young lady that was to be my wife was in that group of people that joined us.
My girlfriend at the time and I broke up the next day. She wasn’t looking for a relationship (she had been burned by her crumbled marriage) and I understood. We parted and remained friends.
Tuesday night my roommate tells me that he has invited someone over for dinner. He had to work at the YMCA and would be a little late but was that ok? I frantically cleaned our house (which even cleaned was never clean) and decided to make my potato soup. It had been perfected over the years of my making it.
The young lady arrived and we talked while I was cooking. We shared stories, laughed and in the end walked out of my apartment in love. We have been together ever since. I won’t bore you with the details of the conversation or the things we said. Those are the treasured moments of 22 years ago that we share with each other. It is simply the story of our love.
We saw each other four times, the fourth time we fell in love.