Risking Love in Santa Fe
I wasn’t attracted to him the first time I met him. Yet, I knew his parents, so we went out again.
I wasn’t attracted to him the second time we hung out. Yet, I pecked him goodbye because we were standing awkwardly in my living room, and I wanted to go to sleep.
I wasn’t attracted to him at the beginning of our third date when he was 45 minutes late to meet me at a restaurant, and had already eaten lunch prior to meeting me. I was snappy the entire conversation. I ordered a salad for lunch because that’s what I really wanted.
I wasn’t attracted to him at the second half of our third date when he took me to a tea house because he felt bad about being so late for lunch. I don’t remember anybody else in the tea house.
I wasn’t attracted to him when he brought his computer into the tea house and started to show me hundreds of pictures from his adventures from all around the world.
I started to become attracted to him when within his gallery of photos he quickly passed by a photo of him dressed up in a costume and rollerblading. The photo was of him jumping in the air with his legs to the side, blades in the sky, and blue spandex.
I was attracted to him when he looked like a Casanova in his European and Mexican adventure photos. He had something, and I was about to miss out. I had to have him.
He moved to Denver and told me to visit.
I was attracted to him after three dates. We had only pecked by obligation. And then I decided to risk it. I took him up on his offer. I drove 7+ hours to Denver from Santa Fe, by myself to spend the weekend with him… In the mountains, alone.
I was attracted to myself for taking a giant and scary risk.
I was attracted to myself for leaving my ego behind and taking on the risk.
I was attracted to myself for taking a risk on love.
Oh, and the dolphin? Just a WTF.