I’ve met someone.
She’s great, we got on straight away, though I don’t suppose that was such a surprise.
It turns out we had a mutual friend who introduced us. I hesitated. I was so unprepared to meet her. Then she smiled and looked into my eyes. We shook hands, and I let my hand linger a fraction too long. She didn’t withdraw, and flashed me that smile again. I was almost tongue-tied, and didn’t know what to say. I supposed she wouldn’t recognise my voice , and said “Hello”.
We talked for hours. She told me all about where she worked, her favourite places and her friends. She wasn’t particularly curious about me at first, and didn’t mind me asking questions. Of course, I’d already known most of the answers, but I still listened. We seemed to share so many interests, it was almost uncanny. Almost.
We swapped phone numbers when we had to go, and she said she’d text me at the weekend. I had to stop myself finishing her number off as she rolled off the numbers. I couldn’t wait to call her again, though of course I wouldn’t be using the number that I had given her.
I arranged to meet her in town, after she declined meeting at my place. She said she had already planned to meet some friends out, and that I should come along and say “Hi”.
It’s been a few weeks now. We’ve run into each other a few times, she always laughs at the coincidence. I just smile.
She’s invited me to her place for a meal tonight. She’s an excellent cook. I think I’ll take a bottle of wine, a sweet white that she’ll enjoy. She gave me directions to her flat, but I’ve known the way for a few months now.
Should be an interesting evening.