On this day, ten years ago, I had the best first date of my life.
I can tell you it was the best first date of my life because, ever since that day, I have wanted nothing more than to be with that woman.
The date lasted seven hours. Seven hours! We met at 4pm and did not go home until 11pm.
The date ended with the best “first date kiss” I had ever experienced. I don’t know if the kiss was made superior by her or me but I can still remember it. (Yes, I’m a romantic that way.) I can still remember how beautiful she was. And she just keeps getting more beautiful.
I know that’s a lot to ask of you, the reader, to believe that she just keeps getting more beautiful. But it’s true. Oh, sure. She’s not perfect. She has her moments when she’s human. But there’s so much more to her than that. She’s really funny and very kind. She’s smarter than I am sometimes – actually, she’s smarter than I am far too often. It’s really kind of annoying, actually…
It was the best first date of my life because I want it to be the last first date of my life.
The date I’m not really describing is my first date with Vicky. You can find a complete description in my book, A Grand Canyon. It wasn’t really Love at first sight but it was certainly Like plus a lot of Lust at first sight. When the love came, the like and lust stuck around as well.
Vicky is downstairs right now, coughing her lungs out.
You see, we were supposed to go out on our first date again tonight, reliving it in as much detail as manageable. But then, our dog Suki got sick. And then, Vicky got sick. And I guess our first date it not to be… again… We’ll just have to leave it in the history book.
But I suppose our disappointment is a sign as well. We both wanted to do this because we both have a connection with that night ten years ago.
As for myself, I’m just happy I’ve had these ten years. Vicky quite literally rocked my world.
Happy Anniversary, my love. Let’s do another ten.