Coincidences, Cats and the reply!

So I skipped over a few things that are worth mentioning… mostly because I want to remember all of it.  So bear with me as I fill in pieces. 

Coincidences?  While I’ve never believed in love at first sight, I DO believe that there is no such thing as a coincidence.  Everything happens for a reason.  Remember how I wasn’t supposed to be out that night… I was supposed to be with a friend. 

In the morning, Devin told me he was happy he walked into the wrong bar.  I was confused, what did he mean, wrong bar?  I guess they had been in San Antonio for the day, seeing the Alamo and Riverwalk… and had gotten dropped off in Austin for the night to hang out on Sixth Street.  They’d walked down the street as a group and decided to go to the “Rooftop Bar”… only there were two doors right next to one another.  The one of the left was for “The Library” where I was at… the one on the right was for “Rooftop”.  This explains the confused look they had marching in.  I’m so glad that he walked into the wrong bar – and I’m so glad I wasn’t at dinner with my friends.  There are no coincidences. 

He agreed.  The story is crazy.  Crazy awesome. 

Another thing worth noting…

I have ALWAYS said that Stella will tell me when it’s the right guy.  She’s pretty slow to warm up to men – and I’ve only seen her warm up quickly once.  Every man, other than Anthony, has gotten the silent treatment – she’s hidden in my room… and only after a while will creep out and begin assessing the situation.  Eventually she does warm up – but like I said, it’s only been once, that she acted like this. 

Sunday morning, as we sat on the sofa together – his arm around me, my arm over top of him.  Stella jumped up.  Usually she’d be up in my face or on my lap.  But she walked right to him… climbed on to his chest and lay there, looking up at him.  I looked at her, and she held her gaze on Devin.  Almost saying… “so it’s you, huh?”  I mentioned that Stella doesn’t really take to men too quickly and has only warmed up like that once… odd.  Then he told me he woke up in the middle of the night and she was asleep on his chest.  I was shocked.  And smiling inside.

We talked about how animals and children really have a sense of someone’s aura.  They know if they’re good people or bad people instinctively.  I think we all know what is good, or bad instinctively, but I think we loose it as we get older… Instincts, aura, call it what you will – but I saw my cat on his chest looking at him and being totally content – Stella doesn’t know how to talk, but that is one communication that I heard loud and clear. 

In all honesty, that Sunday was full of really weird feelings for me.  With all that was in me, I wanted to tell everyone… but at the same time the feelings we’re so foreign that I felt like I needed to be alone and digest it all.  I had lunch with a friend, and gave her the details – as the words were coming out of my mouth I still wasn’t sure I believed it.  We attempted meeting up with the guys for Sunday Funday – I had one drink and decided it would be better to go home.  Eventually I made it to my friends place to unload all this news with them.  Again, none of it felt normal – and saying it aloud just kind of felt awkward.  Like the words were coming out of my mouth – but it wasn’t me who was saying them…

The thing about feelings and friendships – I feel like the heart always knows what it needs – and chooses its path accordingly.  And fortunately for me, I have a pretty epic group of friends who know me well enough to know that as forgien as the words were coming out of my mouth – the feelings behind them were real.  I felt crazy.  I assumed each person I told would think I was crazy, tell me to get serious, realize that this man lives in the Netherlands, that he’s younger and that… it just won’t work.  No chance.  So get off the cloud you’re floating on and come back and join us on earth… because this is not real life.  Surprisingly, most of them didn’t. 

Those that know me well, know that I don’t run around spouting off things about love and be serious about them.  Sure, I’ve said I’ll marry Dave Matthews, or Tom Brady… but we all know that won’t happen.  The listened to what I said… and believed me.  Believed me that I do love him.  Believed that I feel like I’ve known him forever.  Believed that I will be with him.  Believed even when I wasn’t sure what to think.  They let me have my head in the clouds, and be excited and giddy.  They know me well enough to know that I’m a logical person… and they didn’t need to remind me that he lives in Holland…which is on another continent.  They let me float because they knew that I would be the one to keep my feet firmly placed on the ground. 

I’m thankful for that… I’m thankful for them.  All of them.  And I’m glad I was able to quiet the voices to allow my heart to be heard…  And I’m glad my heart talked extra loud to be heard over the screaming my head was doing. 

Anyway, back to the story…

Monday was a fairly average day.  All day long I wanted to text him.  But decided I should play it cool.  Because, that’s what cool girls do, right?  I waited patiently for exactly 24 hours to pass before I sent any sort of reply to his text from the night before. 

“Ik was net denken over mijn favoriete Nederlandse ninja….En mijn nieuwe favoriete Nerderlandse word! Hoop dat je had een geweldige dag!:)”

Which loosely translates to something like… I was thinking about my favorite Dutch ninja and my favorite dutch word.  I hope you had a great day.

His reply made me smile probably the biggest smile of my life…

“Ik moet zeggan dat je heel de dag in mn gedachten ben gewest.  You know I really adore you taking the time to translate everything to dutch.  J  Ik wil je weer zien.  Wat heb je met me gedaan in een avond?!

Which means something like…I must say that you’re spending time thinking in the same way I have been.  I want to see you again.  What have you done to me in one night?

What have I done to YOU?  What have you done to ME?  I’d known him for less than 48 hours and I couldn’t stop thinking about him.  Seeing his text come through make me smile before I read them… I get all excited to put them into a translater to see what he said… and then I smile more huge.  And from the looks of it... he's on the same page as me.