February is all about love and romance. But back in 1992, I had just gotten out of a relationship and I wanted space to find myself again. Let’s just say I wasn’t looking for love in February that year.
My friends from work asked if I wanted to go to Disneyland for the evening. I was excited to be out with a large group of friends so I could ignore all my problems and forget about the guy who wasn’t right for me. I definitely wasn’t looking for love.
But I knew as soon as this cute guy walked up to our group that I wanted to get to know him more. I always carried my little camera with me (way before cell phones) and heartily suggested we should take a group picture before we went inside. He immediately came and sat down next to me on the bench. (and I do have a picture, somewhere)
My curiousness grew.
We sat next to each other on rides and talked a lot. Did I mention there were seventeen in our group that night? Yet we kept seeking each other out. Sat next to each other on all the rides. It was a fun night. Except at the end. With both our insecurities rising we each went are separate ways that night and didn’t see each other again for over a month. Didn’t go on our first date until a month after that.
In hindsight, I’d say it was well worth the wait.
But I was sitting in the middle.
I fell in love with both him and his sense of humor that night.
Who knew I was going to meet my future husband that night. And that we would be celebrating this month, the date we met, 33 years later (and celebrating our 30-year wedding anniversary in April). The old adage ‘love will find you when you are least looking for it’ comes to mind. I definitely was not looking for love.
We still go to Disneyland, sometimes with a group and sometimes by ourselves, and we still sit next to each other as we ride all the rides.
Maybe February is truly the month of love after all!
a similar post was first written in 2020 on A Slice of Orange writers blog