15 years ago this eve David and I went on our first date. He’d given me his phone number in a bar when I was super drunk and he patiently listened to my entire life story, 85% of which I don’t even remember telling him.
He came to pick me up at my house and I was so nervous I was bouncing off the walls. Partly because I’d been so drunk when we met that I wasn’t sure what he’d be like when I was sober and partly because I didn’t date for five years. So when he showed up I ran down the hallway in my apartment and flung open the door and kissed him. Just a quick peck, but he later told me he wasn’t nervous after that. I continued to be super nervous for at least half of the dinner. Thankfully he found it endearing or something. I think we kissed on every street corner on the walk back to my house and then decided to go have tea and keep chatting.
He is my anchor. I’ll never have enough time with him in this life and I teared up thinking about at dinner because I am made of feelings and wonky joints.
