Tuesday, January 18, 2011

I was just reading a book where the main character gets tips about flirting and attracting a potential husband and it got me thinking about the night I met the Timmy. I'm not sure what actions I made, but I do know they were right. Agreeing to let two strange guys (Timmy and Mac, the best man at our wedding) sit with us and celebrate my birthday with me. Deciding to give my real name to them instead of my trusty fake name Anastasia. Giving the Timmy my actual phone number. Good choices. I'm so glad of them. :)

My favorite part of the memories from that night? When we were about to part ways and call it a night, he leaned over and hugged me. Not that big of a deal, right? Wrong. I generally don't like hugging people I don't know well. But I enjoyed his.

The memory of that hug made me feel all melty inside; the same way I felt that night all those years ago.

Man. I do love that guy. More than I could ever show.

1 comment:

  1. I completely relate to this :) I remember the first time my husband hugged me...I could have stood there, in the minute, for the rest of my life!!!