So. Back to the story. After the rebound, I spent a couple months alone eating Chinese food. I've always had a habit of saving interesting fortunes or ones that I particularly want to come true. During January & February I opened a few cookies & found the following fortunes:
Everything will now come your way.
Keep an eye open for an opportunity soon to arrive.
A good time to start something new.
You will attend an unusual party and meet someone important.
While sure, they are just stupid slips of paper that are printed miles & miles away that millions of other people are opening as well, I couldn't help but feel the brewing of something. It seemed something was bound to come my way....if for no other reason than eventually something would. But that last fortune stuck with me. It was fairly specific.
One week later I received an evite from a friend for a house warming party she was having. She would have a chef there, a friend of hers, to cook a 10 course meal for us. This friend, the chef, had been mentioned to me by her previously as someone she wanted me to meet. Odd...a party, one that one might refer to as unusual since I've rarely attended a party of all women with a private chef, a party where a person I was supposed to meet would be. Hmmm, either those Chinese people really knew what they were talking about or life was really setting me up to feel foolish for believing in a fortune cookie fortune.
Sooo, I went to the party. Reluctantly, since the night before, a 'quick' visit to another friend who works at a bar turned into a night of lots of drinks, making friends with some random group of dudes who kept the drinks flowing for free & a very rough hungover morning, afternoon...& well, I was the last to arrive at the party.
But thank God I went. I met the love of my life that night. AND I got to eat 10 courses of food he created before I even really spoke with him. OK, fine, we spoke once while I was trying to get some water (man my head was killing me), but I don't really like to count that since I basically answered the question, "I hear you like to cook too. What types of food do you cook?" with a random sampling of the English language that spewed out as though I had just learned the language & had a mouthful of marbles (note: I TEACH English, so awesome that I sounded like a moron) (also note: my idiocy had nothing to do with him, but merely my brain being foggy from drinks the night before & the fact that I cook anything & everything & how the hell do you say that...well, I guess the way I just did, but that night it just wasn't that simple)
So, after the wonderful meal, I actually got a chance to talk to this guy I was supposed to be set up with. Oh, but not before he & I sat at a table with another girl from the party who decided to compliment my, well, my chest area, very bluntly, out of nowhere. It was humorous to see him attempt to maintain eye contact during THAT conversation. Once she left the table, fun conversation ensued...until I was yelled at to PUT ON MY COAT BECAUSE WE'RE GOING DANCING! by a fellow party-goer.
So, yes, the party was unusual. & yes, I met someone important-the man of my dreams, my best friend in this entire world, a person who gets me better than anyone I've ever known, a person who brings out my best & loves me unconditionally. While this story of mine isn't a love story, it does indeed contain love stories. A love story about meeting the love of my life is a part of it. Also though a love story of finding myself. Two weeks later, my fortune was:
Turn your thoughts within-find yourself.
So yes, the first few months of my relationship with the chef contained our love story, our finding those wonderful moments to fall in love & those quirky little things that make our love story ours. Thank God for that. Because that fortune would prove to be true. I would need to find myself. It wouldn't be easy. It wouldn't be pretty. It would also be a mere 4 months into a new relationship, a time when many would bail on a girl going through a crisis. Because yes, I read the fortune, but I was too busy falling in love to heed its warning. Meaning, I would be forced to find myself, forced to turn within, whether I wanted to or not. And often, being forced into something big like this means that you are not ready. That it rocks you to your core. That it makes you fall apart.
I fell in love. And then, I fell apart.
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