When Least Expected

I've always heard that saying, it will come when you least expect it. I've been trying to believe that for a few years now. If I stop looking for a relationship, one will eventually come to me. So I stopped looking, or did I? Have I always really gone to events wondering how many single guys were there or who the cute guy at the bar may have come with. Perhaps I've spent time when I was out complaining to friends that there are no single guys here and its becoming frustrating. 

A couple weeks ago, I attended an awesome event, Sip of Michigan. The ticket was about $50, but you got to sample beer, wines and spirits from over 40 companies in Michigan. I was not looking completely forward to it, as a bunch of friends had canceled out, and it looked like I would be attending another event alone. After contemplating wasting $50, or at least getting a drink, I decided to head out. I wasn't completely sure what I wanted to wear, and changed three times before settling on a sundress that was more for comfort, and the pockets, than anything else. It was hot and having a bad hair day, so it was just pinned up with minimal makeup, so I wouldn't sweat it off.

After arriving at the event, I was not impressed with the single people ratio. But I said screw it, and quickly went to the vodka table to get my courage up. After going around the room and running into a few people that I knew, I decided to try a glass of riesling. As I'm sipping, a guy made a funny comment about the drink, and we started a brief conversation. A few minutes later, we exchange cards, and we learned that he interned about 10 years ago at the company I currently work for. At this point, I decide to give him my networking card as well, so now he has all of my personal info including Google Voice number, email and all my social networks. 

I went outside networked a bit, came back in, and ran into him again. This time the conversation got really flirty and noticed that it was just the two of us in our little corner of a crowded room. Being in PR, I'm used to stepping out of a photo when I see a camera go up. When a local magazine went to snap our photo, he drew me in closer and held me tight as we smiled for the photo.

We spent the next couple hours together trying local brews. We talked on the patio, about the normal superficial first date type of stuff. When the event ended at midnight, we decided to walk to the brewery up the street that was being named the official after party. As we walked down the street, we decided to just stand outside and talk so we could actually hear each other. We spent the rest of the evening together talking and eventually kissing and I finally realized, that I went out with absolutely no intention of meeting someone, and of course, finally met someone!