It was a mid-winter's night in the Village. The beers were flowing at Down the
Hatch, a dive bar at the end of my street. Just another Wednesday Is Booze-day
for the Avanade guys working on the i-Deal project. Shawn Murphy, always the
social gentleman, had invited his friend Melanie Davis. Why someone would
subject a non-geek friend to a social outing for beer drinking computer geeks
is beyond me, but I'm glad he did.
I remember the first time I saw her. She walked over to the group. I was
sitting at the table and thought to myself, "Wow!" My second thought was "Not
in a million years" meaning that I thought she was hot but also I thought there
was no way someone like her would ever got out with me; not even in a million
years. So instead of putting myself down thinking she would not go out with me,
my third thought was she was most likely a snob and/or pretentious.
Here was a classy, tall blonde looking hot. An uptown girl, if you will. And
me, well, I'm a Village bum. I prefer jeans and a t-shirt when I go out. And
there were plenty of well dressed consultants in the room that night so why
would she be interested in me?
She said hi and we introduced ourselves. I then went back to my conversation
with my friends.
Later in the evening, Melanie came over and we talked. Wow! She's into skiing.
"Man, I wish I could date someone like her," I thought. She was super nice and
easy to talk too. And she was so into skiing that she invited a group of us up
to Killington for the weekend. She's brave too to invite a group of strange,
computer geek consultants that she had just met for the first time.
I agreed to help organize the trip - something I would rarely do...right! I
collected everyone's e-mail address including Melanie's and sent out the
invite. Melanie and I exchanged a few e-mails about the trip. It was definitely
going to be a good time. But I got stressed out about the trip - imagine that -
so I bailed. Within a couple of days, Melanie had to bail out of the trip as
well because of back problems. The trip to Killington was cancelled and Melanie
and I stopped e-mailing each other.
A few months had passed and during that time I would see Melanie out at a WIB
or two. We always said hi to each other but we never really talked.
Towards the end of July, Murphy had organized a group outing to a Yankee's
game. My friend John was in town on business so I invited him. Unfortunately
[which later become fortunately] he couldn't make the game. We're only a little
more than two hours away from the start of the game and we have an extra
ticket. I told Murphy and he said he knew someone who might be available for
the night. It was Melanie. She had a doctor's appointment that evening for her
back but she agreed to come anyway.
Before leaving for the game, Dave and I are talking about Melanie. He says to
me that he thinks she is a nice girl and would like to get to know her better.
Dave's ex-girlfriend was joining us for the game - Dave was trying the "Let's
be friends" thing with her. Problem was she didn't like it when Dave hit on
other women, so I agreed to play interference for Dave since I wasn't
interested in Melanie. Besides, there's no way someone like Melanie would ever
what to go out with me. Not in a million years.
Game time. We're at Yankee Stadium. The group joins the line for beers and hot
dogs, but the problem was we were in line. We were standing in line and we
weren't even close to our seats. So I suggested we keep walking and buy our
beers closer to our seats at a booth where there was no line. No one listened
excepted Melanie. So Melanie and I kept walking and sure enough we got our
beers and dogs without having to wait in line. And not only that, we got to our
seats long before anyone else.
It seemed like 30 minutes before the others finally showed up. Melanie and I
talked this whole time. I was taken by her, totally focused on her. I really
liked her. And by the time the others rejoined us, I could only think of one
thing, I wanted to continue talking with just her. And that's basically what
We ignored the rest of the group for most of the game. We ignored the game. And
I definitely didn't give Dave his time to get to know Melanie nor did I play
interference for him. I was being swept away by Melanie. But not only was I
enjoying the conversation, I couldn't stop looking at her long, tan legs. Wow!
She has great legs.
So the game was over and we're on the subway heading downtown. Melanie's will
be getting off the train soon so I ask for her phone number. She says no. See,
not in a million years. Even after a great night of conversations, leg
watching, and a definite spark or two, she won't give me her number. She tells
me she doesn't do that anymore. She gives a guy her number and the guy never
calls. How can I convince her I'm not like that? Hell, I would have called her
as soon as I got home but in New York that would have made me look psycho. The
dating games in New York simply suck.
So after trying to convince Melanie she should give me her phone number, she
broke down and gave me her e-mail address. "Woohoo! At least I have a chance to
chat with her again", I thought. And to prove I was not the type of guy would
have ignore such an opportunity by not e-mailing her after the great night we
had, I told her I would e-mail her as soon as I got home. There would be an
e-mail from me in her inbox when she woke up the next day.
Happy as can be, I rushed home to send the e-mail. I boot up the laptop and
send out a quick e-mail:
I really enjoyed sitting next to you this evening for the baseball game. How
about that final play, or whatever you call it in baseball?
So now you have my e-mail address. And just in case you don't see it, it is
email@example.com. Now I expect a reply. And to guarantee it, I will end this
e-mail with a question.
May I have your phone number?
I sent off the message to Melanie and responded to a couple of other e-mails.
But than it happened. The e-mail to Melanie bounced back. I had the wrong
e-mail address. I used the one Melanie gave me but it's not correct. Panic set
in. After all, I told Melanie I was not one of those guys who says he will call
but never does. I promised she would have an e-mail from me in her inbox the
next morning. But how can I make this happen if I don't have the right e-mail
address? What to do? Should I call Murphy? He has her e-mail address. But it's
late and he's probably asleep. Then I remembered that we had exchanged e-mails
earlier in the year to talk about the possible Killington trip.
I searched my laptop for her e-mail address. No match found. I searched another
laptop and still no match found. I search yet another computer...okay, I'm a
geek, but I still have fewer computers than some...finally I found the right
e-mail address. She had left off the numbers in her e-mail address.
I resent the original e-mail followed by this one:
To: Melanie@the right e-mail address
Oh you are so busted. And I have it in writing. Your e-mail address is not
melaniedavis@, which is what you gave me tonight. So what do you have to say
<VERY BIG GRIN>
A nice ending to a nice evening. Have a good day. And I hope I do have the
correct e-mail address right now. Either that or some stranger is having a good
laugh right now.
Melanie responded that next day with a laugh about the e-mail address mix up.
Not only that, she gave me her phone number. Over the next few days, we talked
on the phone and we even met up for drinks with other friends of course. She
was heading to Vermont for a family vacation but she finally agreed to go on a
date with me once she returned.
Even though we met up for drinks two other nights before the official first
date, the first date was a nervous one for both of us. She was too nervous to
eat and I felt like a blabbing idiot. But there was definitely something
special in the air that night. After dinner we went to a video arcade where she
kicked my butt at a MLB game. I had such I great time that night. Little did I
know I was about to have many more great times with Melanie.
We really hit it off. I was totally swept away by her. I knew early on she was
the one. She's everything I have ever wanted and more in a main squeeze. She's
a dream come true and I love her more than I can ever express in words.