Halloween night 2010 was Kaima’s going away party.
To say I was a hot mess would not begin to cover how I was feeling.
I remember plenty from that night, including meeting a rather good-looking individual and being struck dumb by the way he said my name. “Kiki. Wow. That’s an interesting name. It’s nice to meet you, Kiki.” Beyond that, I remember him spending the rest of the evening talking to a brunette. Not that it mattered much, Kaima was leaving and my heart was broken.
As I struggled with the pain of losing him and moving on with my life (Enter A Certain Stubborn Bear), I forgot that moment when a stranger said my name.
Exit A Certain Stubborn Bear.
Enter fresh loss. And pain. Enter being BRAVE. Enter being alone. Enter YOLO.
And one day, while serving at church, Enter Stranger.
He said my name again. We might have talked for all of 5 minutes max, but I was again struck.
This time I went hunting for the Stranger on Facebook. To no avail. He was hidden from me and, apparently, lost forever.
Off and on I would remember to look for him at church, but that was more off than on and he again faded into a dim memory.
And then I decided to be Intentional this year.
And I decided to start dating.
And Facebook decided to send me an email, “Do you know these people?”
And there he was: The Stranger.
I thought about it, and finally decided to send him a message. I asked if he wanted to be friends. I mean, who WOULDN’T want to be friends with ME? However, he had never found me on Facebook and, let’s face it, I’m pretty easy to find so I had to check first.
Of course he wanted to be friends (he’s not an idiot).