Exactly one year ago today he came into my life and I have never been the same.

The day started all wrong…I woke up late, couldn’t figure out what to wear and could not for the life of me find the damn letter I needed to get into my appointment.  With the letter roughly shoved into my purse and my mental checklist complete I ran out the door to face the day. Work was crazy as always and it did not help that I was leaving early today.  I worked like a crazed woman returning calls quickly and fielding questions left and right. 

 At 1:55 pm, I ran out the door begging the traffic gods to please, please let me get there on time! I made in about 12 minutes leaving a trail of red lights behind and throwing out an apologetic smile or two when needed.  I found parking as close as possible, threw my cell phone under my seat and walked to the building ready to get this interview over with.  I get in the security line and find myself behind this obnoxious lady who refuses to take her shoes off. At my best, I am not very patient-at my worst I can be a downright bitch. This lady? She got me at my worst.

With the minutes inching closer to my appointment time, I threw all politeness out the window and basically told her to get the F**k out of my way. Some of us are actually willing to take our shoes off in the name of national security! As soon as I cleared the security gate, I literally ran up the stairs, turned my appointment letter into the appropriate window and sat to wait my turn. I had not even been waiting for five minutes when he opened the door and called my name.

 “Good Afternoon, how are you” he said in that wonderfully polite tone of his-“Oh Thank God you speak English!” was my brilliant response. I quickly explained that all the other people I had dealt with spoke little to no English and I had made a bet with my coworkers that it would be just my luck to get an interviewer who did not speak English. (Trust me that was the best bet I ever lost!!).  As cliché as it may sound-he captivated me from the moment we met.  I sat in his office taking in the pictures on his bookcase, the awards on his walls all the while wanting to know more about him.  I don’t do too well with being questioned so when he started the actual interview….well things didn’t go so well for me. See, I’ve been lucky enough to have smiled my way out of plenty of things in my life. It’s amazing what a flirty glance and a coy smile can achieve—that was not the case with him at all. And as much as it irritated me-it intrigued me just the same. Those forty five minutes I spent with him went by in flash. We chatted like old friends and I swear I could have sat there for hours talking to him. As I walked out of the building, I wasn’t sure when I would see him again…all I knew is that I would.