I’m having one of those cosmic moments in which I believe I am about to be swept into a momentum that will soon provide all the things I’ve wanted.
As such, I must spend some time getting my ducks in a row.
So for my blog today, I will post a story I’ve told many times to many people; the story of how Lou and I met.
Because it is the ultimate example of stars aligning so that my teeny, tiny life could be a good one.
I started working at the Phoenix New Times in 2006. Lou worked upstairs for a different department. We would see one another occasionally but we never talked.
Fast forward two years.
I was on my way home from an art show on a Friday night. I had already seen some friends and it was getting late. But I really, really wanted to go to this neighborhood bar called Shady’s.
I had been there many times before. There’s nothing special about this bar. But I could not shake the urge to go there.
Since I’m not the kind of woman who goes to bars alone, I mentally ran through the roster of friends I could call to meet me. No dice.
So I bargained with myself (“I’ll just drive by, I’ll just use the bathroom then leave,” etc.) all the way up to the bar. Pushing my luck, I hopped outside to see if I might run into someone I knew on the patio.
Then I saw an acquaintance of mine talking with a group of people. Lou was in the group and I invited myself into the conversation. We recognized one another from work and soon enough, it was just the two of us talking. I felt self conscious because we were standing by the trash can under a bare bulb — bad lighting is a pet peeve of mine. I also remember making fun of Lou’s shirt.
Turns out, the guy has a sophisticated appreciation for good banter.
We chatted until the bar closed and neither of us left the conversation…not even to get another drink or take a bathroom break.
He walked me to my car and we talked for another two hours (I had my keys in my hand the entire time…and, yes, I regretted not taking a bathroom break at the bar). It was tough to stop talking but it was also 4 a.m. so we exchanged phone numbers and I drove home.
I remember thinking, “That’s the easiest conversation I’ve ever had.”
I couldn’t wait to go on a date with him. We met for a drink on a Tuesday evening and we both agree that that night, we fell in love. Just like that. It’s true what they say — you just know.
A couple months later, after we had officially labeled ourselves as “in a relationship,” we were reminiscing about the night we met.
Turns out, Lou had gone to the bar that night by himself, too. And that was a first for him. He had gone through the same negotiations and hesitations as I had but he couldn’t shake the urge to stop by.
Pretty wild, eh?
(Full Disclosure: This is recycled content from our wedding website. But, as my cousin said to me, “It’s somewhat ripped off but it’s your life, goddammit!”)