Story of my life

Chapter 14

The reply I received went something like this: Ok,

little miss four days later! Good thing I remain

optimistic, ‘cause it was beginning to look like I

wasn’t going to hear from you!

Matthew later told me that those were the most

torturous four days of his life. He kept his phone

within an arm’s reach and pondered whether or

not I was playing hard to get or something. When

he didn’t hear from me right away, he had called

the restaurant (from California!) in case I had “lost

his number.” Patience is not this man’s greatest

virtue; I can definitely attest to that now!

I don’t want to skim over anything, but I also don’t

want to drag this out for weeks. So let’s just say

that I called Matthew that evening, and by the end

of about a one hour conversation, I knew I had just

met the man who would one day be my husband. I

called my best friend the next day and told her so,

which, naturally, was met with a somewhat

apprehensive “umm… ok?”