(all photos by photographer, Melanie Mauer)
Heading into the city to meet Danny was hands down the most thrilling thing I had ever done in my life. I had never been more in love with someone. Oh me oh my. 🙂
He felt like my soul mate. I know that sounds crazy, but he really, really did. We just knew each other’s hearts. And we were so aligned with everything that mattered most to us in this life.
So here I was, making cookies in my kitchen for the greatest man I had never met while he rode in on a bus coming from Boston.
And then Danny texted me to say that he was passing the Met Museum. I about died. He was already in New York?!? He was in the city much earlier than I had envisioned as I think the last time he wrote he said he was about 75 miles away. So you should have seen me scramble to get out the door. I had gotten my hair cut earlier that day. I had a new outfit and new Fall boots. My hair wasn’t even curly, but blown out and much darker than normal…so I worried that I looked so different than the photos he was in love with. I hoped he would still approve. My apartment had never been cleaner in my whole life. My fridge was full of ingredients for every kind of food I’d ever made…just in case we were in the mood for anything particular. My car was washed. And now all I could do was race to the city to meet Danny for the very first time.
I drove through the Battery Tunnel. I just remember smiling like crazy. And kind of shaking in my seat from the thrill of it all. I didn’t feel agony or fear. Somehow, by some miracle, I felt confident. I felt happy and excited. I felt anxious to just embrace this man who had meant so much to me…and to tell him thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you for existing. Thank you for loving me as freely as you did and for letting me love you back. Thank you for uplifting my life so incredibly and bringing more happiness & hope than I had ever known…even if it was just for 3 weeks.
Danny wrote a few times from the bus, by text. He was getting so excited that he said: “I don’t know if it’s me, but I am just so hot on this bus!” And I responded and said, “Yep, I bet you’re hot on that bus!! And you’re making me hot for you right now!!!” hahha.
Off I went up the West Side Highway. I may have squealed out of excitement a few times as I got closer to him.
I drove to Port Authority at 42nd Street near 8th Avenue and pulled over. My eyes could not stop scanning every person within sight. Is that him? Could that be him?? I was shaking inside. I texted him once to say, “I’m just west of the corner. I’m in a black Rover.” But I didn’t want to take my eyes off the crowd even for a second to write the text. I didn’t want to miss seeing Danny the very first moment possible. Just then, a man walked towards the car and my heart stopped. Was that him?? He didn’t resemble Danny at all. It couldn’t be him. The man walked to the driver’s side window and I felt a little shocked at what was happening. Turns out he wanted some money. I had to end that conversation quickly to get my eyes back to the crowds. I didn’t want to miss the moment.
Danny then texted to say he was on the corner. I was dying. I just thought, “Oh my, it’s happening. This is it. Any second now.” I got out of my car to walk towards the corner. I still didn’t see him. And then……I saw him. 🙂 🙂 He just appeared out of a crowd of people. It was honestly like a light was shining on him. haha. He just glowed. He had the biggest, kindest, warmest smile I had ever seen in my life. My very first thought? “He’s just like me.” Meaning, we were the same kind of person. I could tell. He was truly a man with a good heart. It was all real. He really was the Danny that felt like my soul mate in our emails. I could see every ounce of goodness in that man in one glance – even across the crowd as he was walking towards me, even before I heard him say a word. I knew then and there that this man was one of the best I had ever known. You see, Danny wears his goodness on the outside. He doesn’t hide it or hold back one bit. He just had the warmest, kindest energy I had ever felt from anyone in my life. To me, there is nothing more desirable or attractive.
Danny just came right towards me to hug me. My next thought was, “He’s a real man 🙂 :)” The way he just walked towards me without hesitation. The way he didn’t hold back his love and affection for a second. He was tall and strong. He just had 100% confidence. And all of it was oh, oh so appealing. I should add that he was drop dead handsome. I mean, more handsome to me than anyone. I really couldn’t believe it. I didn’t realize that he was as handsome as he was. He was even more handsome than I had dreamed up during those three weeks of emailing. I seriously was dying.
I was now a good distance from the car at this point. It was left on the curb illegally and running. But nothing else in the world mattered to me in that moment. We just hugged and hugged. We were both just beaming and glowing and laughing and smiling. I remember making all kinds of “ohhhh – it’s really you!” kinds of sounds. We stood back once or twice to lay eyes on each other. People walked by and stared. It’s not everyday that you see so much happiness on the streets of New York.
It was the most exciting moment of my life….
P.S. In addition to the kind heart, Danny smelled amaaaaazing. And his voice was as sexy as I’d ever heard. And he had great style. How did this happen to me? 🙂
(We just love all these photos by photographer, Melanie Mauer. She was so kind to photograph us. We met up with Melanie and her assistant on the street corner of 42nd & 8th Ave. to see if we could recapture the magic of that first meeting….and I’d say she just nailed it. I just love looking at these so much and feel so lucky we got to work with her. I can’t say enough good about her. Thank you, thank you, Melanie!)
Addition: Outfits were by J.Crew (Top, skirt, bangles, vest, tie.) Danny’s jeans were from his fav. store ever: Uniqlo (he loves the fit.) My shoes were from Target. I was wearing Danny’s belt. Lipstick by Vera Moore in Diva Orange, nail polish by H&M.
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