Rob and I went to the restaurant, On the Border this evening. Why On the Border? It wasn’t because we were hungry for Burritos but rather that is where we met 1 year ago today. I remember wearing my multi-tiered khaki skirt with a pink paisley t-shit and jean jacket. I hadn’t paid too much attention to his photo on his match page so I wasn’t entirely clear on how he would look and so when I saw the tattooed and pierced gentleman sitting on the bench, I came close to running away. As it turned out, Rob was just late getting to the restaurant and the gentleman on the bench was a vagrant. When he finally arrived, the first words out of his mouth were, “You are tall!” I remember saying something like, “It was on my profile… I was very clear about my height.” He then said, “No, no, what I mean is… I like it! That made me happy. We were seated at a booth and I ordered a margarita. Rob ordered an iced tea and chimichanga. We mostly talked about wrestling. And G.L.O.W. And Rocky and Bullwinkle. When it was time to leave, he walked me to my car. He gave me a hug. I asked him if he’d like to go to Blogfest on Friday. He said yes. Then I asked again, “Would you like to go with me?” He said yes again. I got in my car and drove away, not 100% sure I would hear from him again. But I did.