11.25.2008
Lord of the Rings
In my case, the old adage proved true: Love finds you when you least expect it.
I wasn't looking for my next great love because I mistakenly thought I'd already found it. I had taken up salsa dancing a couple years earlier and fell hard for its sometimes sensuous, always complicated, moves and upbeat tempo. It became my passion and addiction. I spent thousands of dollars on lessons ( a futile attempt to improve) and danced till the wee hours of the morning four nights a week.
On Thursday nights, you could find me at the Red Room, a tapas restaurant every other night of the week, but a Latin hot spot on this night. The thought of actually meeting someone, let alone a non-salsa-obsessed dancer, seemed out of the realm of possibility. I knew everyone who showed up on Thursday nights...
or so I thought.
I was dancing with one of my usual partners when Max walked in the door. Our eyes met, but he continued to his table, where a number of Latinas awaited him. I, on the other hand, continued dancing. Given the setting and his companions, I mistakenly assumed Max was also Latin, perhaps Puerto RIcan or even Cuban.
After a night of fierce dancing, I made my way off the floor to rehydrate. When I got to the bar, I looked down to find a cocktail menu and, instead, noticed a ring on a man's hand. The emblem carved on the ring, for me, was unmistakable--Alexander the Great, the young, famous Greek general, who had ruled the known world and led Greece to it's golden years until his untimely death at 34-year old. He was a Macedonian and hailed from the same part of Greece as my father.
"Oh, wow. Alexander the Great," I exclaimed. I looked up to see whose hand I was admiring, and there stood Max.
"How do you know that?'" he asked, clearly surprised to find someone who recognized his hero.
"Because I'm Greek."
"You're Greek?" Max seemed a little surprised that I, a blonde hair, blue eyed Salsera in North Carolina, claimed Greek origins, but he happily pounced on our common interest.
"I grew up in Greece," he continued.
And so, a new dance began...
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18 comments:
Love the story ... it's beautiful!
What a lovely story. :) And historians thought that Alexander the Great's conquests ended centuries ago. Little do they know. :p
Salsa? Really? I like you even more today. I really do.
Sweet!
I love this story. :-)
Cool story.
Awwww, obviously it was meant to be.
I love it too! Definitely meant to be.
You guys are the cutest! Better than my story- I met the German while having an outside smoke with a coterie of other German exchange students- he was there to talk and we hit it off.
On the plus side, I no longer smoke:)
I love "How We Met" stories!
*sigh*
That story is just so sweet!
Beautiful story, that's how love is...ciao
you guys are such a gorgeous couple!
Ahh, that's such a great story (to one day tell your kids!!)
oh, i love a good love story...
Your dad would be proud!
great story
what a great 'how did you meet' story :)
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