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Let's see. The first time I saw you was June 15, 1985. Not too long ago, yet already the memory is fading. Of course, that is why we are writing this all down, right?
Anyway, I was in California for a short business trip. My company had just finished work on the new x15 project, and I was sent in to market it to a couple firms there. I had visited about half of the firms on the first day, and made quite an impression, so I dediced I would celebrate. I asked a good friend of mine who lived in the area if he wanted to go out for a couple of drinks. He accepted immediately, and brought me to a few local bars.
I hadn't seen my friend in almost five years, so I was very excited to catch up on old times. The car ride was great. We talked about his kids and his wife, and how great his life was now. I told him that my life wasn't that bad either and told him about my job and some friends I had made out in NYC. Next came the mandatory question about "my love life." I answered, with as big a smile as I could muster, "there ain't much there." I tried to force a laugh, but he saw straight through me.
I guess it was a good thing that he knew that I was still looking for someone. It made it easier for him when we got to the bar and I barely talked to him at all. Of course, the reason I didn't talk to him was you. As soon as I walked in the door I saw you. Your beautiful red hair was covering half of your face, but I could still see that you had the most beautiful eyes I had ever seen. I seem to remember that you were wearing a flowing black skirt and a white blouse, but my eyes never left yours. My friend was already looking for a table, but I still hadn't moved.
After what seemed like hours you looked up from your drink and our eyes met for the first time. I think I fell in love with you right there. I don't know if you felt the same way, but you got up and walked over to me. Thank God you did, because my feet couldn't move anywhere.
I felt like such a school boy. I couldn't even answer the simplest of
questions. But you seemed to like me anyway. I have no idea why. I am
obviously not the most handsome of men, and I have five years on you, but
none of that seemed to bother you. God bless you for that. God bless you
for everything.
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