You have to have a good meeting story...

That's a rule.  You have to have a good meeting story.  Whether you meet at prison-like window under duress, ended up getting a call from the friend of a guy you were no longer seeing, go on your first date together three times, or whatever... (all real stories by the way)... it's all about the meeting story.  No one wants their Maid of Honor/Best Man's speech to be something boring.  And we all know how annoying "So how'd you two meet?" can get when your answer is 'at a bar' - or any other equally unexciting response.

So yeah... when a good meeting story happens, it's a good sign.

Current Boy (CB).

Current Boy and I have a good meeting story.  No... not Awkward Alan... don't worry.  CB and just started dating, but I've been dating other people as well (for the time being).  Hey!  It's allowed!  We're not official or anything... yet.  But it looks like it could possibly be headed in that direction, and we do have the story - so that's half the battle.

CB and I were supposed to meet at a restaurant - we'll call it the White Chicken - on a Sunday at 1:30pm for drinks/lunch - pretty much the standard first-date option.  Saturday (the day before said date was to take place - for those of you easily confused), I was at my parent's house for one of their infamous parties.  Mid-afternoon (and clearly mid-drinks), I go check my phone and I have a text and a missed call... both from CB.  And both from approximately 1:45pm.  It was now 2:30ish.

First text:  1:40pm - "I'm standing in the lobby of the White Chicken."

To which I thought, hmmm... that's weird.  Why would he be going to the White Chicken two days in a row?  We're going there tomorrow.  He must really love it!

And then I saw the voicemail notification still blinking... and it clicked.  He thinks our date is today!  ...and that I stood him up.  Eek!

I listened to the voicemail message and my fears were confirmed.  I felt so horrible... but wait!?!?  He was clearly a FULL DAY EARLY for our date!  There was no mistaking our plans.  When we had originally made plans, I told him about the party at my parents house and the fact that we had to meet on Sunday instead... just for that reason.

So either I "stood up" the dumbest guy ever or (more to the point) CB was just so pumped to meet me that he showed up early... very early.  (Don't judge... I like my delusion of the the latter reasoning!)
 
After the confusion was all straightened out, he asked me if I would still want to get together the next day - same time, same place (I'm sure the hostess was excited to see how this all played out as well).  I agreed... hoping he wouldn't try to 'stick it to me' by not showing up...

But he did show up.  And so did I.  And we had a fabulous first date... on Sunday... at 1:30pm... as originally planned.  :-)