I think this thread is marvelous.
She was on another softball team. I think we were 13. I pitched and whenever she was at bat I experienced sadistic and bittersweet glee if I happened to strike her out. She said she would kiss me if my team won. It was a glorious kiss. My connection to her was ephemeral but it was significant.
I attended a girls' school. Dabbling was requisite.
I met her at a reading when our eyes happened to meet even as we were both rolling our own.
She was driving the tow truck that came to pick up my bike when I had a flat.
We both grabbed the same taxi door handle in a downpour in NYC.
I sent her a drink. She was nervous and splashed it a bit.
A mutual friend introduced us. And was then petulant when we clicked.
She was a beautiful stranger on the street and I asked her to marry me. It was a lovely six months.
We met online. I sent her on a scavenger hunt for location clues to our first face to face meeting spot.
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