I’ve been asked, so I’ve decided to tell Dominic’s and my love story. Dominic and I met at a friends’ dinner party. The entire evening was set up so the two of us could meet. Jim and Paul are a pair of Yentas and adore playing matchmaker. As far as I know Dominic and I are their only success. Anyway, the evening of the party was the coldest night of the year, it had to be twenty below zero, but the dinner party was fun, the conversation lively, and interesting. I remember thinking that Dominic was really cute. He’d a little over five feet and at the time had thinning hair. But he had a great smile and eyes that lit when he laughed, which he seemed to do a lot of that night. After dinner, Dominic and I sat in the living room and talked for hours. I doubt either of us noticed that the others in the group had made themselves scarce but they disappeared leaving the two of us alone.
I remember talking about Dominic’s work as a pastry chef and mine in computers. We also talked a lot about food, that much I remember after all these years. I don’t think what we talked about was as important as the fact that neither of us shut up for two seconds. 🙂
Before we realized, it was well after midnight and the evening was winding to a close. I gave Dominic my phone number and invited him to call me. Then we all bundled up tight and I realized that Dominic and the other guest he’d arrived with were planning to walk home. So I offered them a ride. There was no way I was going to let them walk on a night like that. So I warmed up the car and gave them both a ride home.
I was thrilled when Dominic called a few days later. More about that in the next post.