I'm standing by a table at the Starbucks waiting for two mochas, one soy, one regular. I had to remember to say "tall" instead of "small" and to say "no whip" even for Stephen's soy. Nine years ago today - let me repeat that with incredulous all caps, NINE years ago - Stephen and I met in person for the first time in a Starbucks after our nine month long mostly e-mail friendship/courtship. As I entered the place and, nervous, nearly ran down the ramp to meet him, he stood, looking shell-shocked. Horrified by my hair.
I have it on authority that this was his first impression of me that day. My first impression of him: wow, he has kind of a big head.
Ladies and gentlemen, we endured. And even though today is a workday for both of us, it's only fitting that we celebrate that crazy afternoon with a couple of Starbucks mochas. And that I badly need a haircut.