the meeting of M

M and I met a little over 6 months ago after she responded to an ad I placed. I was about a month out of a relationship and she was 5 months out of one. At that point I was just trying to meet some people to take my mind off the fact that I had just been dumped. Wasn’t looking for anything serious.

I was talking to a few people when she and I started exchanging our little getting to know you emails. I remember hers were always very short and to the point. Sometimes only a few words long. I was used to paragraphs. I learned that she was a half-white, half-Korean 26 year-old Mother of two. Yep: RED FLAGS! I never felt comfortable dating anyone younger than me and I had sworn off relationships with anyone who had kids after the break-up before the last break-up. But for whatever reason we kept talking and a few days later we had our first phone conversation.

I found her to be very real. She wasn’t trying in any way to impress me and she gave everything to me straight and I found that refreshing. Very different from the other women I was talking to. We made plans to meet. She didn’t want to do the typical dinner and a movie, but rather meet at my place. We did. She brought the kids along and it was awkward as hell. The kids were comfortable in my place, but M and I barely looked at each other. She was tall and svelt. We had pizza and fries and they didn’t stay long. She gave me a hug before she left.

I don’t remember how I felt when she left. I honestly thought I would never see her again. I continued to talk to other women and bounce back and forth with my ex. M talked to other women also. I remember making plans with a woman who on paper would have been perfect for me. Single, my age, great job, no kids and time to hang out whenever she felt like it. We met up and it was nice, but I couldn’t stop thinking about M. But knew a relationship with her would be nothing but problems and I had just gotten out of one of those. After the date with the other woman I had a passing thought, “Wouldn’t it be weird if I ended up with the 26 year old.” I actually laughed at the thought.

Here I am 6 months later and I am in love with her.

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