The first time I met Matt we were at a bar downtown London, Ontario. The Barking Frog to be exact. The bar where we had both been many times before to escape our problems, drink with friends, and flirt like crazy. There’s about five different dance floors in Frog, each catering to different music tastes. Each entertaining a particular crowd.
On November 12, 2016 we both happened to be on the largest dance floor at the same time. Mirrors cover one wall and a bar is along another. The DJ booth is right up front and bottle service booths are to the left. It is dark with flashes of light illuminating the faces around you.
To be honest, that night I was feeling myself. I had been through a rough couple of months where I didn’t feel like I was attractive or even worthy of having a relationship. I’d cry myself to sleep a lot and was just generally upset. I was constantly seeking validation from other people, constantly trying to get those likes, get those DM’s. I wanted strangers to think I was pretty. I wanted strangers to validate my worthiness.
On November 12th, I didn’t really feel like that. That night I felt so much love for myself and I had honestly forgotten what that felt like. For the first time in a while, I loved myself and suddenly confidence was radiating off of me like petals from the centre of a sunflower. People noticed: drinks were bought for me, looks were given, flirting was not subtle. But I wasn’t there for them anymore, I was there for me and my friends.
So, on the large dancefloor with the mirrors and flashing lights, my friends and I were dancing. I had not had that much fun in a long, long time. While we were dancing, my eyes were scanning the dance floor. This is where the story sometimes differs. Matt claims I was giving him eyes for a while. I claim he was looking at me for a while. To be honest, we probably both did double takes. I mean, it’s not every day that you see the love of your life for the first time.
After locking eyes, two hilarious things happened. First, this man literally LASSOED me in. He made a pretend rope, swung it in the air, pretended it landed on me, and proceeded to pull me in. I was laughing hysterically. Who does that? Who falls for that? It was refreshing and fun and corny. It was perfect.
Second, as Matt began to make his way over, someone came up from behind and started dancing with me. Matt was laughing in the corner and I was shocked that he didn’t just leave or find another girl. Turns out this person was Matt’s friend and apparently the look on my face was priceless.
After I swerved the other guy, Matt and I finally met. We laughed, we flirted, we danced, and we kissed the night away. I spilled a lot of beer on Matt. Actually, the first beer he bought with me, I knocked the whole thing all over his chest. I was so nervous. I bought him another and probably spilled half of that one too.
My friends wandered away in the bar and I joke about how that wasn’t cool but honestly, it’s probably the best thing they could’ve done for me. Eventually, they came back. I left Matt standing on the dancefloor in Frog with a pout on his face. Matt kept saying how much he wanted to take me on a date. He had my number and I thought “If he really wants this, if it’s really meant to be, he’ll try”. He messaged me straight away and that night I fell asleep with a smile on my face.