So when I first met my girlfriend, I had gotten out of a very horrible relationship (long story). I had an online dating account and was about to cancel it when I saw her profile. I sent her a wink to let her know my interest and I thought, “She won’t answer back.” Later that night, she did.
After that night, we began to talk online. The more we talked, the more we found out we were so alike, both in likes and beliefs. I had asked if we could meet, but she was in a very busy college schedule, and I was graduating in a few months and working my job. So we agreed that after the three months of her term were finished, we would meet.
The conversations at night we had consisted of what we thought of different things, past experiences, and even a confession night, to which we confessed all the wrongs we had done in past relationships.
The three months went by fast, and that last week we dubbed the “anticipation” week. And when the day came, we were both so nervous. I drove 94 miles (hour and a half) to her house, rose in hand, to see the woman who I had been admiring from afar, literally. Her parents met me for the first time, and I believe that I made a good impression. We left the house, holding hands.
When we were looking for the restaurant, we got lost, but luckily being a computer tech nerd, I had a GPS on my phone and directions from a local to find it. The food was great, but looking at her was better. We had time to kill, so we walked the little strip mall next to the movie theatre and were admiring all the sights and Christmas shoppers. Finally the time came to see the movie, and halfway through the movie, I couldn’t tell you what happened, because we were too busy having our very first real kiss and not even worrying about the movie at all. It’ll be on DVD soon enough, we thought.
Later I took her to a lakefront and we laid under the stars, and I read her a poem that I had wrote, and enjoyed the magic of the evening until I had to bring her home. And on the way home, I sang her the song that me and my friends had wrote and recorded for the occasion.
When I brought her home, I didn’t want it to end and neither did she. But we kissed goodnight and I was back the next week.
For twenty-one years I’ve been looking for someone like her. Someone who cares for me for who I am, not what I have, do for a living, or look like. And in return, I show her the same kindness. We don’t worry about money, we don’t worry about cars, we don’t worry about sex, or anything material at all. All that matters is the feelings in our hearts. And this risk, a risk that I was willing to drive halfway across the state for, was one well taken. This was worth waiting three months, it was worth taking the risk, and we both have a feeling that this has potential to grow into something we never imagined in our lifetimes.