It started out as a typical date night...Natalie and I wanting to try something different. Get out out of the bubble for a bite to eat, so we opt for Cleo at the Redbury Hotel. The food and ambiance came highly recommended so we thought "why not?"
Not even a drink in and we hear someone behind us lean in and order two pale ales...in a british accent no less. Natalie looks at me and starts cracking up...not even 48 hours before this, I walked into the house and jokingly said "I would really like for my lobster to have an accent...." Because in typical Sam fashion, the more requirements I put on a future relationship, the more difficult it will be to fulfill meaning that I don't actually have to date anyone because no one will ever be everything I want...my own personal mechanism of self avoidance? Ya, possibly.
A few minutes later and we're conversing with our new found friend, we'll call him Mr. T for now (and not because he looks like Mr. T (although all the man jewelry is pretty sexy...his name starts with a T). Skipping past the details, Natalie and I are getting ready to leave the bar when Mr. T leans into me and says..."Would you fancy having breakfast with me in the morning?" I have to admit...slight panic. I don't do breakfast with a lot of people....I know it's odd but it's such an intimate meal...do I really want to see that person first thing in the morning? I concede to brunch...he wants to eat at the beach so we agree to to a pick-up time, a meal and then I'll drop him at the airport for his flight. Why not do something nice for a complete stranger?
Fast forward to Saturday morning and I'm picking him up from the hotel. We finally arrive in Manhattan Beach put our name on the list and are sitting there chatting (and laughing...a lot)...Mr. T looks at me seriously and says "if I were to change my flight, would you have dinner with me?" Seriously? Never have I had such a romantic gesture...even having been married, my ex-husband would never have changed his flight to spend just a few extra hours with me. How can one say no to this? We proceed to spend the rest of the day doing nothing but laughing and asking questions....it's not supposed to be this easy or feel this comfortable....but it is. He's the kind of guy that makes sure he walks on the street side of the sidewalk. The kind of guy that opens doors and makes me laugh. He's the kind of guy that reaches across the table to pinch my arm, tugs at my hair as we're walking, and has no problem looking at me and saying exactly what is on his mind...he calls me out on my shit, he asks questions that are personal...and there's no expectation...he wants nothing from me but time...and to buy me dinner.
So while I can be realistic and say that Mr. T is probably not the man I am meant to spend the rest of my life with, he is the perfect reminder that I am exactly where I'm supposed to be.
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