I had just finished a dinner shift at the restaurant. My feet hurt. I noticed my phone buzzing.
“Angela, where are you?! Let’s go drinking!” Amongst my friend’s voice, were sounds of conversation and music.
Part of me felt like going home and wrapping myself up in my blanket. Part of me thought, “Why not? Enjoy the night with your girls. Work is over!”
By 1am, I was at our usual club enjoying the atmosphere.
Among the crowd, I see a head pop-up in the distance. Our eyes make contact. I don’t recognise him, but he smiles and waves.
I’m racking my brain trying to figure out who this guy is. He’s tall, with dark hair and eyes. Do I know this guy? He seems to know me.
Him and his friends appear in our section. I have the urge to leave. I wasn’t in the mood to meet new people. My friends notice them nearby and gesture to “be nice and make conversation”.
The last thing I wanted to do was approach him. Why can’t we just enjoy a girls’ night out?
I roll my eyes and walk to the bar. If my friends are encouraging me to talk to someone, I’ll need a drink.
I receive my drink from the bartender and of course, this mystery guy appears beside me.
The look on my face must’ve been one of shock or disgust because his expression changed from friendliness, to confusion. He still waved in my direction. Fuck that. I quickly walked back to my friends’ booth.
“That guy is following me!” I yell in my friend’s ear.
Her body was swaying with the music and she looked rather content in the moment.
“Angie… Just enjoy the night,” she responded. That wasn’t what I wanted to hear.
After an awkward encounter with his friend, this mystery guy suddenly starts feeling the music.
I have never seen anyone dance like him. He was goofy and did not care at all about who saw.
In my annoyance and disbelief, I burst out laughing.
At the end of the night, he insists we become friends on Facebook. I thought, if a guy can dance like that unapologetically, sure, we can be friends. I learned that his name was Luke.
The Follow Up
The next day, my phone pings.
This invite sent my mind into a spiral. I don’t do coffee. I’m not looking to get to know anyone besides my girlfriends.
Why does he even want to go to coffee with me?
If I go, what do I wear?
Of course, I played it cool. I accepted the invitation and sent a smiling emoji.
We met up for the first time, hungover. We nursed our hangovers with comfort-food and had the longest conversation I’ve ever had with a stranger. We learned that we had a lot in common — similar past, similar values, similar career goals and ambition.
The Rest is History
Time passed very quickly after our coffee date. What drew me to him the most, was his kindness. And the fast car he drove; the first time he picked me up, I knew. Yep, he’s definitely a 10.
Six years on, we’ve supported each other through career changes, loss, heartbreak and success.
Finding a boyfriend was the last thing on my mind the night we met. But it turned out to be the best thing to happen so far.
You never know when you’ll find love. Or maybe, you never know when love will find you.