moving quickly ~ or divine intervention (love)
painting by Katy Keuter ~ my sister I met my guy in October of 2016. We were hired along with countless others to help open a very big and important downtown Portland restaurant. He worked as the banquet manager in the kitchen, and I was out on the floor. He came across as a gentle giant of sorts. Mostly quiet, focused, and seemingly serious, he could also be heard laughing his warm and contagious laugh with his coworkers over some joke he himself had made. After only a short while, I realized that his team, upstairs, was where I wanted to be. I pushed as hard as I could until my managers finally agreed to let me transfer upstairs. Within a very short while, I knew I was falling for him. I am just shy of 47 at this point, so I am familiar with the difference between mild flirtation and connection. But, uncharacteristically, I forced myself to wait for him to reach out for me. Luckily, this didn't take long. A few weeks later he gave me his number written on a small piece o...