Remember the classic kids game Guess Who? That’s what speed dating is like.
Staring at a dozen or so funny looking faces, awkwardly asking the same questions over and over again.
Only this time it wasn’t about what the other person was wearing.
Instead, “Where are you from?” and “What do you do?”
But the first question I asked was to myself.
“What am I doing here?”
Just when you think you’re ready for love, you’re not. That’s what I told myself after receiving another romantic musing from Chef.
Chef is the hopeless romantic I met on Match.com while in Miami on vacation a few weeks ago. We emailed, talked, texted and face timed every day since the first connection. It felt as if we hit it off from the start.
Christian? Check. Tall, dark, handsome? Check. Aspiring chef who had plans to travel the world and settle down in our mutual hometown of Miami? Check.
One night he sent me a text that made my face melt into my pillow.
I reached over at 4:45 this morning, turned my alarm off and Pandora on. My mornings are sacred to me and typically start with worship music but this morning it was Marley. Is This Love? was the first song that came on as I snuggled back into that comforting place between sleep and wake.
My eyes still closed, I smiled and pictured our first dance. This is my wedding song. For as long as I can remember I’ve said Is This Love? will be the first song I dance to with my husband. Not Etta. Not Luther. Just Bob.
This was one of those moments. The moment you ask a question you don’t want to know the answer to.
Only you don’t realize you don’t want to know the answer until you actually hear it.
Because had you known it would swallow every romantic notion you had into a mushroom cloud of smoke… well, you just wouldn’t have asked.
