Story of my life

Chapter 11

I was shaking. I can't explain it, but I felt like I

was dreaming. My mind was racing with thoughts

of how completely serendipitous this encounter

was, but how completely awful it felt to be

entertaining thoughts of another relationship so

soon after my last one ended.

One of the waitresses at the restaurant, a good

friend and mother-type figure to me, stopped by

our table and read the note. She had seen the

whole thing unfold, and the way Matthew had come

back in and stared back at me as I chatted

obliviously with my friend. With a knowing look on

her face, she said "Jenni, it's a God thing."

And she turned out to be very, very right.

Mrs. D and Matthew both corroborate the story

that, when they had left the restaurant after our

initial meeting, Matthew matter of factly told his

mother that I was the one. That he knew it. And

she said she had always known it. She told him

what I said about my boyfriend and I breaking up,

and Matthew demanded she turn around. They

came back, he scribbled his note on that little

piece of paper, and he went back in to find me.

And I COULD just say "the rest is history," but that

really wouldn't be doing the story justice. The part

that comes next is half the fun! I suppose that

sometimes fate might whisper, but in our case, it

screamed.