Which is funny because the first time I met him there was zero love connection. I thought he was just some non-descript middle-aged man. And I was only 25-years old.
And he thought I was a lesbian because my roomie at the time wore her hair very short and liked to body build. You'd think from this not-so-brilliant start that there was a snow ball's chance in hell of us ever getting together.
And yet, today is our 25th Wedding Anniversary. And I KNEW--in a psychic news flash kind of way--that I was going to marry this man the second time I ran into him.
I'd been engaged to be married twice before and neither had worked out. I wasn't a lesbian when I met the hubs, but I HAD sworn off men because I seemed to be kissing an awful lot of frogs looking for that one prince.
And then BOOM--like the proverbial butterfly that lights on your finger when you stop chasing it, the hubs walked into my life and into the branch directors' meeting at the Pensacola YMCA.
He was late and as he rushed in to take a seat, our boss the CEO said, "Have you two met?" meaning me and him. My future hubs and I looked each other full in the eye--just like in the movies--and said exactly in unison, "Yes...we've met."
And that's when I KNEW. Which was curious because I wasn't in love with him or anything school girlish. I didn't know a thing about him, whether he was married or single or had children or might be a Hare Krishna. But I was now determined to find out more about this man that my internal psychic hotline had said I was going to marry.
We started hanging out about two weeks after that fateful staff meeting--we never even really dated--and we were engaged to be married less two months later, had the wedding another two months after that, and here we are TWENTY-FIVE years later, still married to each other, an oddity in today's culture of multiple marriages.
So there you go, love at second sight. It's wholly possible. You just have to listen to your heart. Or your internal psychic hotline.