As soon as I wrote the title I got goosebumps.
This isn’t how you’re supposed to tell the story. This story always is told in hindsight, sometimes at a long dinner table with friends or family and with a toast to top it off. That’s how people tell this story.
This is the story of how I pursued her.
It’s a risk. Revealing my intentions in such a public manner is tricky gambit but the process of going through it might be priceless. It should be okay, I’m pretty certain she doesn’t read blogs…let alone mine. It seems that the only times we hear these stories are when it works out and we gravitate toward these stories because it warms our hearts and plucks our emotional heart-strings. Rarely do we hear about the failed overtures and pursuits. Perhaps we can learn just as much from them as well.
This story doesn’t have an ending yet…it doesn’t even have a chapter two yet, it’s just the beginning. It could end tomorrow, it could end next week. But maybe, just maybe, there might have a happily ever.
Some might take this the wrong way and think this is lame bravado on full display, that I’m so certain I’ll succeed in my pursuit that I’m flaunting it each step of the way. It’s not that at all. There’s a real thrill about not knowing where this goes from here on out. It could fail spectacularly!
I’ve known her for a while now, and to be honest, her first impression was not the best. I think the only reason she stuck out in my mind was because she was one of the first I really had a chance to connect with. I was young, I didn’t really think much of it at the time.
Over the years, she became quite a looker and I’ll admit seeing her pop up on my facebook mini-feed from time to time caused me to scroll back up and double click. I admired her from afar, knowing that it couldn’t amount to anything…they said long distance rarely works. I’m fairly certain my parents thought this one was a phase, one that I’d grow out of somewhere down the line.
I thought so too.
I’ve visited her a few times and each time I got to see and learn about another side of her I hadn’t before. Sometimes I’d see a side I wish hadn’t seen. She’s not without her blemishes and flaws, but she covers them up well. Each time I see her I feel like she’s put on a slightly different look…and if I had photos of when I first met her and now, I’m pretty sure the differences would be blatantly obvious to see.
Over the last year or so I really couldn’t get her out of my mind. When I mention her name or bring her up in conversations with friends who’ve met her before they instantly smile and start raving about her as well. I’m not a dunce. She’s had her share of suitors of the years…I’m not entirely sure I’m ready for anything long term myself, but in this season and at this time, it just feels right.
A friend of mine who recently got married (t.hong) encouraged me to push forward with this. And after reading a post from a friend that once again tried to point out the passive asian male syndrome (here)…this is my rebuttal.
So my friends, do me a favor and let’s keep this between you and me? If you see any blatant missteps I might be taking…please feel free to leave a comment!
And just so you don’t think this is a lame april fool’s joke…here’s her picture: link