Coffee Guy

After my two failed attempts at finding love, the time has come to introduce you to a man who has managed to turn my world upside down and continues to do so to do this day. I found a man on Match.com I refer to as "Coffee Guy."

He was very attractive--brown hair, tan skin, beautiful brown eyes, thirty-two years old but didn't look a day over twenty-seven. He worked in the entertainment industry, so he was often too busy to respond to my text messages, or so he led me to believe. Coffee guy and I actually began our interaction the first day of my little online dating adventure. We had arranged to get coffee together because we are members of a group, perhaps you've heard of it, called Starbucks Anonymous and we decided to relapse and be bad together. However, he was always so busy working with his "celebrities" that I never heard from him, though it did earn him the nickname of "coffee guy."

After two weeks of no contact, I had moved on and reached out to other prospects to no avail. Randomly, I received a text message from him--something like "Hey stranger, what's up?" Completely indifferent, I texted back and and asked him where he'd been and why he hadn't stayed in contact. He explained that he had been ever so busy on the set of a shoot for 50 cent and some guy from MTV who was doing an interview with him at 50's house. He sent me pictures of 50 cent and his cars. I felt quite special to be talking to a man who was in the presence of 50 cent, let alone sharing dinner with him. When the shoot ended, he called me (approximately 11:45 p.m.). We talked until almost three a.m., without a dull moment in sight. It felt amazing to finally find a guy who understood me. I told him about the baby daddy and his drama, as well as the heartbreak Mr. Disney caused. Why, you ask? Because I'm a fool that needs a filter.

We continued to talk every day and all night, into the wee hours of the morning, without a dull moment in our conversations. He was smart, and "hip" and I was able to keep up with his sarcastic humor. I tend to not be a very funny person, so I was quite impressed with my ability to even the playing field with my quick witted comebacks. Again, I felt as though "this is it, this is the one." We lived happily ever after. Ha, that'd be nice. So, we rescheduled our date for a Friday evening after happy hour with my coworkrs. He was going to take me to dinner and drinks and then go from there. While at happy hour, I receive a text message from him saying that he was at the hospital because his brother needed surgery on his back and he was going to have to cancel. Bartender, drink please! I must have the most rotten luck in the world, I swear. Trying to hide my disappoint, I told him that I hoped his brother got better and that I was there if he needed anything.

I reluctantly went home and got my children ready for bed. My friend and her daughter were over, so I cried to them with my disappointed sobs and "woe is me" speech. Trying to remain relatively positive, I made a cup of tea and tucked into bed with my Ipad and watched a little Netflix to ease my mind. A good, soppy love story would ease my mind. As I lay in bed crying over how perfect Leonardo DiCaprio is, or should I Jack Dawson, and how badly I wished I could find such a man, my phone rang and it was Coffee Guy. I looked at the clock and it was two a.m. He must really like these late night phone calls, I thought to myself. He sincerely apologized for having to cancel our date and spent the next twenty minutes reassuring me that he is not an asshole or a flake and really did want to see me. Jokingly, considering the time, I said "Well, come see me then." He said, "Okay, how do I get there?" Shocked and doubtful, though not willing to let this opportunity to pass me by, I gave him the address and less than thirty minutes later, he knocked on my door. I was beyond excited, though I looked like a wreck. My hair a mess, my baggy sweatpants and sleep shirt, what on earth would this man find attractive in me? "You look beautiful," he said, and my heart skipped a beat.

We sat out back on the porch and talked for an hour or so, getting to know each other better and testing our newfound chemistry. It was perfect. He was as sweet as he sounded on the phone and even hotter than his pictures. He had the cutest smile, a sly little grin. He could tell I was nervous and put his hand on mine, telling me that it was okay and he wasn't like the other guys in my past. He said he wasn't there for "one thing", that he just wanted to spend time getting to know me. Where on earth did I find such a sweetheart?

We went inside and put on a movie--I Am Legend. Yes, here we go again with the movies. I need to start listening to my own advice. No More Movies! There was no watching of this movie, though I had seen it before, so didn't really mind. We laid on the couch, his arm around me, my head on his chest. I could hear his heart beating and feel the warmth radiating from his body, even through his shirt. I liked him. I really liked him. I hadn't felt this much of a connection with someone in years, if ever. I wouldn't let this one slip away. I looked up at him and he flashed that pretty grin. Then it happened. He put his hand on my cheek, pulled me close to him, and put his lips to mine. It was magic. The spark they always talk about it--I felt it and what a feeling it is. I have never felt more desired in my life. In that moment, I knew that I had feelings for this guy that I didn't think were able to surface as quickly as they had. He did not attempt to sleep with me that night, nor did he even bring up the subject. He held me in his arms, ran his fingers through my hair, kissed my head, and made love to my lips. If ever there was a fairytale date, that would have been mine.

He stayed until six a.m. when my children woke up. He said he would text me later after he woke up. I was incredibly giddy, running on nearly one hour of sleep for the rest of the day. I didn't mind. I just had the night I had been waiting for my entire life--the life changing moment when you realize what it means to be treated with respect. When you finally feel that, it changes. When you begin to trust that a man wants you for something more than his own personal gratification, you feel special and worth something. That night, I felt like a princess finally worthy of a good man and a good man I had found. Could this be it?