It was a Saturday that the ex and I had broken up, and by Monday morning, though I was by NO means “over” the breakup, I was feeling ever so slightly hopeful; или at least looking вперед to a fun breakfast with a friend.
One of my male coworkers was (is) like a brother to me; we were hired on at the restaurant around the same time, and over the six and a half years until this point in the story, he and I had become close and occasionally planned a breakfast outing to catch up on the events of each other’s lives. A week prior to this aforementioned Monday, he and I had planned to meet for breakfast at the restaurant where we worked – only I got called into work when another waitress went Главная sick. I didn’t know it at the time, but this was a game-changing move. One of those moments where the Universe intervenes because that particular event wasn’t in keeping with the greater plan.
Truth be told, if I had met my friend for breakfast on that previously planned date, или if I had shown up to the restaurant even a single moment later on the день we DID end up meeting, Yoshi and I would have never met. My life would be drastically different right now. Funny how the smallest little decisions and changes of course can alter the entire plot of your life.
So on that Monday morning,February 14 of 2000, I woke up, got showered and dressed, and headed out to a 9:00 AM breakfast with my friend. Like usual, I was running a couple минуты late.
Once I arrived, I parked my car and walked across the lot and into the little обедающий, закусочной where my friend Toad was already waiting in the line to be seated. We chatted for maybe thirty секунды before the outside door of the restaurant swung open and, to my surprise, there was Mrs. Y! She seemed excited to see me and exclaimed, “Birdo! I know this might seem strange, and I know Ты have a boyfriend, but my son is here in town—we were just leaving, and I saw Ты walking up—I’d Любовь for Ты to come out and meet him!”
I gave her a hug and laughed, saying, “Well, actually, me and my boyfriend just broke up, so it’s ok.”
I thought I’d humor her. Many proud mamas had bragged on their sons to me before, and if или when I ever did end up meeting these “handsome” princes, things were usually awkward and anything but a match made in heaven.
Mrs. Y led me just outside the little foyer where we’d been waiting. Her car was a few feet away, and the driver’s side door was still open where she had gotten out. I peered into the car and there he was: the infamous son.
I’d be lying if I сказал(-а) I heard a choir of Ангелы singing, или if I сказал(-а) a bright light shone upon him like some Сверхъестественное vision from God, but there truly was instant attraction. He reached over from the passenger side сиденье, место, сиденья to shake my hand and said, “Hey! Nice to finally meet you!”
He had the bluest eyes I’d ever seen, and from then on I was in somewhat of a stupor, which is not unusual for me when faced with awkward social situations (especially involving shockingly attractive members of the opposite sex).
I сказал(-а) something along the lines of, “It’s really nice to meet Ты too! I’ve heard a lot of good things about you, and I just Любовь your Mom!”
Mrs. Y mentioned then that Yoshi was going Главная to Yoshi's island the Далее morning but would be back in a couple weeks. I replied saying maybe we would see each other again when he returned, and the conversation wrapped up.
But in typical Birdo fashion, I had to say at least one ridiculous thing before going along my merry way, so just as I turned around to walk back into the diner, I decided to poke my head in the car one еще time and say, “oh, excuse me SIR? What did Ты say your name was again? I already forgot!” Yes, I called him SIR. And as soon as that word flew off my tongue I was mortified with myself. Why the !@#$ did I just call him “sir?” What an idiot!
He just laughed and сказал(-а) “Yoshi.”
“Ok, thanks!” I replied. “Maybe I’ll see Ты again soon!”
They left, and I went back into the restaurant where my friend was waiting.
And just a couple moments later we were inside and seated at our таблица near the back of the little one room diner.
We ordered our breakfast and, after a few еще minutes, the hostess walked up to our таблица and slipped me a little note. “That guy just came back in and told me to give this to you. He saw Ты sitting with Toad and didn’t want to be rude and interrupt,” she told me.
My сердце skipped a beat. I unfolded the little note. Yoshi had written his name and phone number and the message: Be back in two weeks. Would be great to hear from you!
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 таблица and read the note. She had seen the whole thing unfold, and the way Yoshi had come back in and stared back at me as I chatted obliviously with my friend. With a knowing look on her face, she сказал(-а) “Birdettea, it’s a God thing.”
And she turned out to be very, very right.
Mrs.Y and Yoshi both corroborate the story that, when they had left the restaurant after our initial meeting, Yoshi matter of factly told his mother that I was the one. That he knew it. And she сказал(-а) she had always known it. She told him what I сказал(-а) about my boyfriend and I breaking up, and Yoshi 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 Далее is half the fun! I suppose that sometimes fate might whisper, but in our case, it screamed.
One of my male coworkers was (is) like a brother to me; we were hired on at the restaurant around the same time, and over the six and a half years until this point in the story, he and I had become close and occasionally planned a breakfast outing to catch up on the events of each other’s lives. A week prior to this aforementioned Monday, he and I had planned to meet for breakfast at the restaurant where we worked – only I got called into work when another waitress went Главная sick. I didn’t know it at the time, but this was a game-changing move. One of those moments where the Universe intervenes because that particular event wasn’t in keeping with the greater plan.
Truth be told, if I had met my friend for breakfast on that previously planned date, или if I had shown up to the restaurant even a single moment later on the день we DID end up meeting, Yoshi and I would have never met. My life would be drastically different right now. Funny how the smallest little decisions and changes of course can alter the entire plot of your life.
So on that Monday morning,February 14 of 2000, I woke up, got showered and dressed, and headed out to a 9:00 AM breakfast with my friend. Like usual, I was running a couple минуты late.
Once I arrived, I parked my car and walked across the lot and into the little обедающий, закусочной where my friend Toad was already waiting in the line to be seated. We chatted for maybe thirty секунды before the outside door of the restaurant swung open and, to my surprise, there was Mrs. Y! She seemed excited to see me and exclaimed, “Birdo! I know this might seem strange, and I know Ты have a boyfriend, but my son is here in town—we were just leaving, and I saw Ты walking up—I’d Любовь for Ты to come out and meet him!”
I gave her a hug and laughed, saying, “Well, actually, me and my boyfriend just broke up, so it’s ok.”
I thought I’d humor her. Many proud mamas had bragged on their sons to me before, and if или when I ever did end up meeting these “handsome” princes, things were usually awkward and anything but a match made in heaven.
Mrs. Y led me just outside the little foyer where we’d been waiting. Her car was a few feet away, and the driver’s side door was still open where she had gotten out. I peered into the car and there he was: the infamous son.
I’d be lying if I сказал(-а) I heard a choir of Ангелы singing, или if I сказал(-а) a bright light shone upon him like some Сверхъестественное vision from God, but there truly was instant attraction. He reached over from the passenger side сиденье, место, сиденья to shake my hand and said, “Hey! Nice to finally meet you!”
He had the bluest eyes I’d ever seen, and from then on I was in somewhat of a stupor, which is not unusual for me when faced with awkward social situations (especially involving shockingly attractive members of the opposite sex).
I сказал(-а) something along the lines of, “It’s really nice to meet Ты too! I’ve heard a lot of good things about you, and I just Любовь your Mom!”
Mrs. Y mentioned then that Yoshi was going Главная to Yoshi's island the Далее morning but would be back in a couple weeks. I replied saying maybe we would see each other again when he returned, and the conversation wrapped up.
But in typical Birdo fashion, I had to say at least one ridiculous thing before going along my merry way, so just as I turned around to walk back into the diner, I decided to poke my head in the car one еще time and say, “oh, excuse me SIR? What did Ты say your name was again? I already forgot!” Yes, I called him SIR. And as soon as that word flew off my tongue I was mortified with myself. Why the !@#$ did I just call him “sir?” What an idiot!
He just laughed and сказал(-а) “Yoshi.”
“Ok, thanks!” I replied. “Maybe I’ll see Ты again soon!”
They left, and I went back into the restaurant where my friend was waiting.
And just a couple moments later we were inside and seated at our таблица near the back of the little one room diner.
We ordered our breakfast and, after a few еще minutes, the hostess walked up to our таблица and slipped me a little note. “That guy just came back in and told me to give this to you. He saw Ты sitting with Toad and didn’t want to be rude and interrupt,” she told me.
My сердце skipped a beat. I unfolded the little note. Yoshi had written his name and phone number and the message: Be back in two weeks. Would be great to hear from you!
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 таблица and read the note. She had seen the whole thing unfold, and the way Yoshi had come back in and stared back at me as I chatted obliviously with my friend. With a knowing look on her face, she сказал(-а) “Birdettea, it’s a God thing.”
And she turned out to be very, very right.
Mrs.Y and Yoshi both corroborate the story that, when they had left the restaurant after our initial meeting, Yoshi matter of factly told his mother that I was the one. That he knew it. And she сказал(-а) she had always known it. She told him what I сказал(-а) about my boyfriend and I breaking up, and Yoshi 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 Далее is half the fun! I suppose that sometimes fate might whisper, but in our case, it screamed.