I was sitting, drinking a glass of wine and enjoying a cheese I can't pronounce (my football friends are fancy, huh?) when I saw this dude a few cars down who looked familiar. Ten seconds later I recognized him and remembered where I knew him from. It was Max, a friend of my sister's growing up.
He must have noticed and recognized me as well because we made eye contact and smiled.
Approximately eight minutes later, okay exactly eight minutes later - I'm a bit of a watch addict - I got a text message from my little sister saying, "Do you remember my friend Max Smithjones? From home? The one who moved to SF? He just texted to ask you were single. Want me to tell him you are?"
I replied, "He'll to the yes." which was supposed to be 'hell'. Damn Apple autocorrect.
Four minutes later Max approached me and said hi. We talked for a bit. He was cuter than I remember. Just as smart, he was always smart, but cuter, nicer, more engaging, etc. He was the epitome of the bee's knees.
After a while we went our separate ways to go into the game. We exchanged numbers and said we'd meet up after the game.
First time tailgating = major success!
We met up after the game and got dinner and drinks. Eventually we ditched our friends and got more drinks, then late night snacks. We talked and hung out until the day turned to night and the night turned to day. It was better than super, it was super duper.
Then he had to leave. He was only in town for the weekend and had a flight at 7:00a back to San Francisco.
Luckily today is Columbus Day and I didn't have to go to work, instead I could sleep, detox and revel in my bliss. I've had a shit-eating grin on my face all day. I feel that tingling feeling you get when you meet someone you really click with. You know that feeling? Like there's magic in the air and everything is electric and reminds you of that person?
Max is kind of awesome and I really dug hanging out with him. When we were chatting I felt that thing that I've been missing with every guy I've churned with this time around. Excitement, maybe attraction, I'm not sure how to describe it, it's just that thing. I want that thing.
There's something romantic about falling for the proverbial boy next door. That could have added to the magic of the evening. I don't know what was real and what was just unsustainable magic. But for a night the cracks of my lonely heart were filled and I was happy.
I know one night isn't a realistic barometer for what could be with another person. And I know that I likely got swept up in the whole thing because I knew it would only be for a night. I know me and Max aren't meant to be. We live separate lives on separate coasts. And I have roots here that aren't something I would want to pull up. I guess sometimes, it just isn't meant to be.
