He replied. He...replied? HE REPLIED!!!
We hit it off so well, almost too well. Silly little commonalities around every corner. Was I ready for this? A close friend reminded me to stop, breathe, and enjoy it for what it was at that moment. Not that my mind ever works that way, it immediately shoots off with a million amazing and terrible scenarios. One I wasn't expecting—a date—popped out quickly; a chance to hang out online, talk a little more candidly than DMs, Tuesday never seemed so far away, further than the 250 miles between us. By the end of the following day we exchanged numbers.
Tuesday plans never came.
With everything rolling around in Vegas as it were, I needed to get out of town, had been talking about it for weeks, and despite E3 looming in a month, it just wasn't soon enough. I had initially teased that I'd be in town in a week or two—nothing settles inner turmoil like watching the sun set with your toes in the sand. Every moment was a little bit of magic, I decided it couldn't wait anymore so I bumped my visit up to that week, just after the appraisal (the pinnacle of my stress at this point) I'd swing into town, visit a few friends from Twitter and Blizzcon in the area and of course our pixellated plans turned into real ones—dinner Wednesday.
I expected to be awkward, and shy and have nothing to say. I couldn't have been more wrong. Conversation flowed freely over a range of crazy topics, easily things that probably shouldn't have been said on a first date, even with as much conversation leading into this as we had. His shy smile grew into a bigger grin as the evening went on; without a mirror I knew my expression matched his, I could feel the burning in my cheeks from smiling so hard for so long.
The restaurant was right on the beach, a short walk over to the sand and a bench to catch the quickly dipping sun into the horizon. I was so enthralled in conversation I didn't notice the clouds obscuring the view til he pointed it out. It didn't matter, another time, I thought to myself. It was a chilly evening, I sidled up close, feeling more comfortable than I'd felt in a long, long time being so close to another person. Months of apprehension melted away as we held hands. Conversation slowed as we took in the rushing waves and looming darkness. I turned toward him and he met my gaze, our lips meeting shortly thereafter. Just thinking about it makes my heart swell even more than it did then.