Rainbrows and Synchrinocities

Things always turn out better than expected. 

It was the last message I got before I left the house Wednesday evening. I downloaded a daily affirmations app that sends messages at random times, and that message came through literally as I picked up my phone to leave the house to meet this guy.

I’m all about affirmations, and reading articles  on ways to be happy or see God in your life (which seem to be the same thing), and two things that are signs of The Divine are synchronicities and rainbows.

I just finished reading The Biology of Belief on my tablet and clicked on a link at the end which I promptly forgot about. A few days later I picked up the tablet and noticed I had left some browsers open on Firefox. One was the link from the book, the other was an online dating account I hid probably six weeks ago, the last time I vowed to be done with online dating. The last time I used my tablet for anything other than the Kindle app.

But then I saw his picture. And I couldn’t not message him. I unhid my account and looked closer at his profile picture, the one with the rainbow in the background.

He looked good on paper. Really good.

I messaged him and he messaged me back and somehow we ended up agreeing to meet at the farmer’s market on Wed night.

On my way to our meeting spot, I stopped by another bar to say hi to a girl friend and her man friend who were grabbing a drink before going to the game. She was wearing a Gulls (our hockey team) shirt which didn’t make sense because she had told me they were going to the baseball game, why wouldn’t she wear a Padres shirt, I know she has several?

As a consequence of my side tripping, I was late to meet him. He told me he was already inside waiting and that he was wearing a green hoodie. He was sitting in a spot with his back to me, and at first all I could see were the tops of various heads. I thought maybe he was going to be the balding guy, but then I noticed the green hoodie and the only guy sitting by himself. I slid down onto the bench seat beside him, and he looked up and HIS EYES. Green but blue, like the ocean, framed by long dark lashes. Wow.

I ordered my favorite local micro brew and sat, in my favorite spot in OB, staring at the pier, feeling the fresh ocean breeze on my face because the giant windows were open even though it had rained earlier, laughing and smiling because he’s clever, tall, and has a great smile. He had a hint of a beard and an impressive handle on homophones, which–I can’t help it–is kind of a big deal to me.

I started my second beer, maybe an hour into it, but before I drank even a fourth of it, he (let’s call him Rainbow) asked if I wanted to go to the Gulls game.

Duh. At this point, I would’ve gone anywhere with him, even church. Well. Maybe.

We ubered to the sports venue, where he had tickets waiting because his friend is a player on the team. We took our seats by his friends, which I guess takes the pressure off the whole OMG  I’m Meeting His Friends part if we progresses that far…

I texted my friend to tell her I had randomly ended up at the Gulls game and asked her how the Padres game was, and she said, “I’m at the Gulls game you retard!” because apparently she had told me they were going to the Gulls game and now the shirt made sense and I’m the dick who doesn’t really listen to my friend when she tells me about her plans.

Rainbow wanted to sneak into better seats, which happened to be a few rows above my friend her man friend. We couldn’t sneak down to where they were, so his first glimpse of my friend was of her banging on the glass that separates the ice rink and the fan seats and screaming at the opposing team. Classic.

We met up with them when the game was over and decided to go to Mothers, a local dive together.  Rainbow got the Lyft. He insisted. He insisted on paying for everything, actually, and I wasn’t a cheap date. I remember almost nothing about Mothers, as it was my fourth beer on a stomach that had received only a single sausage as sustenance for the day.

Somehow, we ended up walking, hand-in-hand, the mile back to my house. He came in and met Hank and then Mel stumbled downstairs to say hi, then made her way back to her room. He said his Lyft was there. We kissed at the door, a magical goodnight kiss, an end to our six hour date, and then he left.

A gentleman.

He sent me a text a little while later saying “…nice to meet you! Let’s do that again soon.”

I was super hungover the next day, but as it turns out, the cure for that is actually just being on cloud nine after a date like that. Epic.

I was excited to hear from him, and really wanted to see him, but I also didn’t want to be too eager. I didn’t want to play games, but I also didn’t like the idea of being too readily available.

Somehow though, in the two days I was waiting to hear from him, my weekend filled up and I realized that even if he called and asked, I was probably going to be otherwise committed.

Friday night, the only night I didn’t have plans for the weekend, I randomly ended up riding my bike over to a friend’s house. We were hanging on her patio when He texted. Asked if I had plans for the evening and if I wanted to do something.

I was giddy at his text, and even more, I saw how it worked out perfectly. He was going to have to wait to see me, but it wasn’t because I was playing games, it was because I legitimately was living my life.

I told him I was busy but then said “brunch tomorrow?” and he said he couldn’t commit to it because he had something in north county. I wasn’t sure how to respond, but a couple minutes later, he texted and again and said “what about Sunday fun day?” and I replied “yes” with the smiley emoji with the heart eyes.

Guess I’ll have to cancel my lunch date with this other guy that I literally made two hours prior.

And then riding home on my bike, I passed Ebers Street boy. Our eyes met. And I kept riding and he continued to walk down the street with his surfer boy beard and flannel. And I smelled the flowers on Ebers Street all the way home and I can’t stop smiling.

Life just got super interesting.