First Contact

Two years ago  —two weeks after my last entry on this blog, to be exact— I met my husband.

Yes, life is as funny as that, and the joke is on us.

I met my husband for the very first time. At that time, of course, he was just a nobody. A complete stranger I met during my visit to a new colleague of mine from this new office in the new little town I just moved to. (This new colleague of mine who later became my mother-in-law but we'll get into that later. Maybe not.) Everything was new to me and "met" is overstated because we just really kind of "laid eyes" on each other for the first time. No handshake, no small talks. Among other new things that happened to me that day, meeting him was actually the one thing that gave the least impression, if not none at all. But then again, no impression is also an impression.

The first meet. It was certainly not like in the movies, either. There was no pounding heartbeat or, wind suddenly blowing your hair in slow motion. No stardust magically sprinkled between where we were standing. Definitely no love at the first sight. Or the second sight for that matter, or even the third if there ever was one. Because I doubt that we ever met again since then. Never tried to. He had this unfriendly face that's like telling me not to go anywhere near him 😋 So I didn't (go anywhere near him). At least not until we really met again some times later with a proper introduction via Facebook Messenger. So thank God for the invention of the Internet, I think?