Anniversary

March 31, 2006

Regardless of how much fun you're having, there's no denying it: time flies.

A year ago last night, I made plans to meet a girl for a drink at a Williamsburg bar. I have to admit I was feeling rather jaded during the walk over there, and wasn't sure I wanted to meet anyone new for another night of small talk and drinks, but it was like a game of chicken; she'd already flaked out on me a couple times, and I was half-waiting for her to do the same. She confessed, later on, that she nearly did. Her friend's birthday party went late the night before, and she was feeling kind of rough. But having broken all our previous dates, she was determined to finally see it through. Since I'd been expecting her to bail, I didn't rush and turned up late.

"Sorry I'm late," I said, pulling up the stool next to her.

"That's okay. I can't believe you agreed to meet me at all."

"I can't believe it, either," I thought to myself, and probably said out loud.

But as I wrote on this site a year ago today: I'm glad I did.

The world has survived another lap around the sun since then, and tonight Deborah and I plan to celebrate. Doing what? Dinner? A movie? Who the hell knows. A kiss and a hug at the very least.