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The Beginning, Part 1

After a failed 22 year marriage, the love of my life made his last Permanent Change of Station (PCS) move to north Alabama by himself in the winter of 2006-2007, with the knowledge that his older (then 16) daughter would be joining him the next summer.� He had no plans to have a romantic relationship again, period.� Though, I have to wonder if he never would have had one if I had not come along and messed up his plans--he is very independent, very organized, strong, and seemed to have no need for another relationship.� At the same time, he is a very loving, caring, handsome, successful man, who I happen to know appreciates physical touch and companionship.� So, I don't know.� It doesn't matter because we believe that it was God's plan that we meet, become friends, then fall in love, and spend the rest of our lives together.

I had finally ended my 11-year relationship and marriage with my boys' father also in the fall of 2006, and I had no delusions of getting into a real serious relationship.� I want to say that I dated many people in a short time period after I had jumped right out of that marriage into what I believed (foolishly) was a committed relationship, so I was aware of what else was out there.� I met a lot of really nice men, and some strange ones, too.� There was just always something about them that turned me away, which I often couldn't put my finger on.

By the time I met Mr. Right, I didn't want to and quickly developed the assumption that he was like all of the other men I had dated or been friends with, and that wasn't for me.�

A very dear friend of mine who happened to manage the apartment complex where Mr. Right and I both lived, told me that they were having a community mixer but that it was only limited to the first 15 people who signed up since it was a wine and cheese event.� She told me that there was another resident going that I just had to meet, that he was attractive, in the military, and very nice, and then she told me that she had already told him about me and that I would be there.� What???� Did I have no say so?� Turns out that I had a previous engagement that evening.� A very dear, attractive, young male friend of mine was cooking dinner for me, since he usually did on Mondays.� Did I have to go?� Well, I guess I could show my face and then head out to my friend's house.� I needed to let him know I would be late, though.

When I showed up at the elegant restaurant where the community was holding the wine and cheese event, I walked up the stairs and scanned the room.� With only fifteen people, it wouldn't be too difficult to pick out the gentleman she had told me about.� I was certain that was him in the back of the room, but he was sitting at a table with a man on his right, a very attractive woman on his left, and an older woman in front of him.� What had she set me up for?� Disappointment?� Why would I get disappointed anyway, since I didn't want a relationship, right?

I reminded myself that I had finally begun enjoying being by myself and not having to answer to or, worse yet, take care of anyone else.� I would sit at the table of females, since there was one seat open, and stay for no more than 30 minutes before bidding my friend adieu and silently wishing Mr. No-Longer-Right my very best.� I had been talking to the ladies for about five minutes when my friend and the other apartment ladies (also acquaintance-friends) stood and said they wanted everyone to introduce themselves.� Great.� Now, he would know that I was the loser he was sent here to meet and would feel better about picking the attractive blonde.�

His table went first, but I only half-way paid attention to him--eye-candy, that's all, was what I told myself.� Then my table, and the ladies I was sitting with were all very interesting.� Then me.� I don't even know what I said--I haven't a clue, but he looked at me, and making eye contact, he smiled.� My heart sank.� Don't do that� You're not available, and I don't want you anyway.�

I decided to make my exit since we both had settled back into our groups, and I still had a chance to salvage my earlier plans.� I went to tell my friends goodbye, and oh, guess who else walked up right about that time.� I still needed to tell them I was leaving; at least, it would be the polite thing to do.� But, I felt like running away and hiding in my apartment when not at work.� I really don't know how it happened that he and I started talking, but I do remember falling into his ever-changing dreamy eyes.� Why did I do that?� I have no clue...men normally were affected by me like that, not the other way around.� The conversation continued until every other resident and patron was gone, and we were told that we would have to take it outside.� I stood by his Jeep to tell him goodnight.� He let me know that he would like to do something sometime, if I was interested.� I told him as long as it was "just friends" that would be fine. He agreed.� I hadn't felt like that since high school.� I had butterflies in my stomach and felt nauseas.� He seemed to be my perfect match, my soul mate, but though I knew that good things like that didn't happen to me and decided to wait patiently for the other shoe to drop, I never made it to my other friend's house that night.

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