I never wanted to date again after two divorces. When friends asked me to go anywhere they planned to go on the weekends where the opposite sex might be, I politely said no. I assumed that it would be of no use for me to go through it anymore. One night, I went out to eat with a friend. She practically forced me to stop at a party with her. When I walked in, I saw sex toys sitting on the hall table, and a bowl full of them nearby. I wondered what I had gotten myself into. But the party was wonderful and not what I thought it would be based on what was on the table when we walked in the door.
It turned out that the bowl at the entrance to the party was a funny joke that the two party hosts were playing on another, and none of it had to do with the party. I learned the guys throwing the party were newly single. My friend told me early on that we would only be there for a few minutes so that she could say hello to them and then we would leave. But we both found ourselves talking and smiling with the guests. Before I knew it, I was fully immersed in conversation with the man who owned the house. We decided to stay and enjoy the rest of the night.
I still don’t know how it happened, by the home owner and I talked long past when the other guests went home. We were sitting on the couch and talking as the sun came up, too. It was one of the most memorable conversations I have ever had with anyone. We’ve been dating for 6 months now, and for the first time in my life, I think I finally met my match.