Yep. Chris and I are Match.com kids. And it all started with a wink. A simple feature in Match.com that allowed Chris to signal he liked my profile, giving me the opportunity to wink back or simply ignore it. I remembering reading his profile and wanting to pick up the phone immediately. The words he chose to explain who he is and what he hoped for in life were exquisite, and his goals seemed completely in line with mine. Ok, it didn’t hurt he was easy on the eyes too. So, I winked back.
I think there was one or two emails between us that same day and then a phone call next. We chatted for an hour, and then decided to go to dinner (sushi) at a little hole in the wall in Pacifica (where he lived). I can’t explain it, but deep down I must have known Chris was ‘the one’ as I did something I had not ever done before on a first date. I brought him a gift. It wasn’t anything expensive, but I wanted to set myself apart from the other girls. So I gave him a Magic 8 Ball. Why a Magic 8 Ball you ask? I don’t know. I was looking for something goofy. Something I bet no one else would ever bring him. I also had one when I was little and remember the fun my friends and I had asking the 8 ball a question and seeing what answer it gives you. So I thought, why not? And you what? It worked. To this day, he still teases me about that gift – but he is still the proud owner of it!
So back to our first date. Sushi dinner. Pacifica. After two hours conversing over sake and California rolls, we realized we weren’t quite ready to end the date and decided, on a whim, to go see a movie (Lost in Translation). Now, this is not the normal thing to do on a first date as movies tend to inhibit conversation. But it felt right. And it was cool to be able to sit in the dark with him by my side and not feel like we had to talk. Wierd, but I think our subconcious was telling us we had years ahead of us to chat. So anyway, five hours after I presented Chris with the Magic 8 ball, I said goodnight. That was October 1, 2003.
We both had trips to New York planned (separate weeks) and several other commitments (dates) we had to keep before we could meet up, so it was a month before we saw each other again. My birthday had just passed, so Chris offered to take me out to celebrate so we headed over to Jesters for dinner and then ended up at Jillians for a little game of pool (which he preceeded to kick my ass in). Though I tried to fight it, by the end of that second date I was smitten. Take me out of the dating pool, I no longer wish to swim. Now, I will admit it took my boy a while longer to realize he was meant to be with me (I think he held out until on our 5th or 6th date), and it happened when it did as a friend was pointing out how amazing I was (thanks Livio!). But that is neither here nor there. It was fairly quick for both of us.
Within four months, we were talking about living together and by our six month anniversary, I had sold my condo and moved into his beach house in Pacifica. Two months later we found ourselves packing again and moving into the San Francisco flat we now call home. A whirlwind of activity in a short amount of time, but all steps we were taking to build a life together.
Two years living ‘in sin’ (as my mom likes to say) leads into our engagement, but I will save that for another post as this is already longer than I expected. I just wanted to provide you with a little background of how we came to be. There is a lot to tell in the story of Chris and Kristie, so buckle in and (hopefully) enjoy this ride of ours.