Today is the 20th anniversary of our first date. I thought about writing about the lead-up to the date, how he asked me out, how we decided what to do during our date. In the end, I decided that there are some memories that are nice to keep just for ourselves.
I’ll keep it brief and say that we met on a Saturday afternoon at the Japanese Tea Garden in San Francisco’s Golden Gate Park. I still remember what I was wearing and how excited I was when I saw him walking towards me in a red, orange, and green striped sweater. He still has that sweater. We spent the afternoon at the de Young Museum, wandering around and getting to know each other. We went for sushi for dinner and then talked late into the night.
Our second date was the following Tuesday, and our third date was two days later on Thursday.
That Saturday, he invited me over to his apartment to cook me dinner. He asked if I liked ravioli, and I thought he was going to open a package of refrigerated pasta from the grocery store. Instead, he scooped some flour onto the kitchen counter, cracked an egg into it, and started mixing. My knees literally got weak and I leaned against the wall and thought, “That is so hot!”
Dinner was delicious, and we spent another fun evening together. Later I thought, “I could get used to this…”
Eight months later, we got engaged.
