Lots of love-at-first-sight stories begin things like “I knew in that first moment she was the woman I wanted to spend the rest of my life with”…
Truth is, first time I saw Gina, I thought she was someone else.
It was on Facebook. Like every great romance.
Kidding aside she did have a look in her digital portrait that captured something romantic. She had pale, milky skin. Large eyes that were dark and deep. Long black hair. She was beautiful in a way that was old Hollywood. She also had tattoos and had every jacket a cool fictional character might own from greaser leather to a mod dick tracy- tan not yellow. She was short. She wasn’t thin. She was absolutely captivating.
She was not “Minnie” from Brian’s BBQ six years earlier. That person lived in Canada now and was just the catalyst to begin a beautiful accident.
Gina explained via messenger she was not Minnie. And the conversation turned friendly.
And things carried on like this for a week.
Two people, next to no mutual friends, lived a few town apart me-31 her-26. Accidentally discovered we had a tremendous amount in common.