This is a story about love. It is a story about destiny. It is also a story about online dating and awkward children’s birthday parties.
When I was 25, I was a single mother. I had been separated and subsequently divorced from a man who I married too soon and when I was too young and he was not particularly interested in having a family.
It took a few years to recover from the split. (Divorce is hard, guys.) I took some serious time to better myself and work on getting my life in order.
Finally in a good emotional state, I began to tread the waters of online dating.
There are a lot of truly great people on the internet and involved in online dating. There are also a lot of people who, honestly, just aren’t looking for the same things as you, or have a different method of obtaining the things they do want.
After a few months of unsuccessful dates and disappointing conversations (and a little bit of harassment) I was ready to stop trying all together.
The day I decided to deactivate my online dating accounts, I received a message. It said;
Hi, I’m Adam. (Insert something hopefully witty and charming here.)
I read it. I closed the app. I opened it. I looked at his profile. Nothing but a picture and a location. I closed the app. I opened it and responded to the message.
I’m not sure why. His picture seemed familiar, but I could not place it. There was nothing on his dating profile calling to me, and I was about out of the dating game, but something in me had to respond.
We exchanged messages for a short while, but I had a birthday party to attend. He had an event to get to as well. We decided to talk later.
I showed up later at my cousin’s house. It was her son’s birthday and a lot of the family was there. I, an introvert always, picked a spot closest to the front door as a means to access a quick escape.
Then he walked in.
This guy, Adam, who I had just been talking to was at the same kid’s birthday party. We stared at each other from across the house for a minute in shock. Then we did what any sensible people would do. We ignored each other for the entire party.
I realized that the reason he was familiar is because we had crossed paths a few times already at family events. (No, we’re not related. It’s not that kind of story.) My cousin and her husband are two of his best friends and he had been staying with them for awhile and attending family functions with them.
As the party was ending and everyone was leaving, we finally said hi to each other and acknowledged the awkwardness of the situation, but quickly said goodbye and parted.
We were not great at this, obviously.
It’s okay! Things got better!
We went on a date the next week, and hit things off immediately. We became best friends and lovers, and nurtured a partnership of respect, affection, and shared interests. He even met my daughter’s standards. (Tough, if you’ve ever met a five year old.) We knew within months that we would be in this for the long haul.
Now, after five years and the addition of two more kids, we are still best friends who were lucky enough to find love and each other in this crazy world.
Even if fate had to throw us together a few times for it to stick.
Leslie Karns is an unpublished writer and poet who lives in rural Iowa with her husband and three children. She has a passion for the arts and her kids think she makes pretty good cookies.
Leslie! This story is AMAZING! I laughed a little when you said that you two stared at each other and didn’t talk until the end. That is something, I would totally do too! THEN when you said no, we are not related, I laughed out loud! I was at work reading it and I had to tell workers about it! This kind of #lovestory is beautiful.
I would love to have your cookie recipe since you kids tell you, you make good cookies! 🙂