Fifteen years ago, I hung out at a country bar called Club Palomino. I loved listening to good bands there, and dancing to their country-rock music. I used to drag my friend out to see my favorite band, Cheyenne, who was amazing and always packed the place. My friend and I used to get up and dance to their songs.
I was interested in the rhythm guitar player in the band. To me, he was the bestlooking one, and I loved his voice, along with his rhythm guitar sound. Yes, I had the "hots" for him and would gaze at him playing his guitar and singing while I was on the dance floor or at the bar. Cheyenne played at Club Palomino for a long time. I went there as much as I could to see them and, of course, to watch my favorite player. The sad part about it was I used to see him with a short blond girl -- his girlfriend or wife, I assumed.
When Club Palomino was closed down, to be replaced by a real estate development project, I wanted to ask the band where they would be playing in the future. But I didn't have enough courage to do that.
Time went on. I met someone and got married. That was a mistake. Eventually we got a divorce. I started going out to bars again, but I didn't meet anyone decent enough. I wasn't crazy about the bands playing at other bars either.
Later, a friend told me to join a particular dating site on the Internet, which I thought I would never do. I checked it out for fun. I had a few dates but didn't find the right person. I gave up on it until one night, after getting home from a bar that I hated. I logged on to that site again. I got an interesting e-mail from a guy and liked his picture. We started e-mailing each other and seemed to have so much in common. We chatted every night as often as we could.
And then, a miracle happened. We started chatting about music. I told him I liked country music and used to frequent Club Palomino. He was really surprised and told me he used to play there. I wasn't sure whether to believe him! He said he would send me a picture of his band that played there. I thought "yeah right" to myself as I waited patiently in front of my computer for the picture. Lo and behold, a huge picture came up on my screen. He was the rhythm guitar player in Cheyenne! And he had married, and then divorced, that short blond girl I used to see him with at the club.
We finally met three weeks later, and on our first date, he got up on stage and started playing his guitar and singing in front of an audience. That did it for me. I was hooked. The guy I had admired 15 years ago was performing in front of my eyes and was my date! I was in heaven.
We have been together more than five years now, and the final surprise occurred after we bought a condo and moved in. We looked out the window, and there was the office building of the dating site where we met!