The blizzard started out as something I was terrified about and turned into one of the more positive events in my life thus far. Having just moved to Wyoming, I was still getting used to the lay of the land when the storm hit. I had last minute decided to go to a ‘getting to know you’ mixer for all the new university employees and had been on our way to the door when suddenly we couldn’t leave.
I didn’t want everyone to know I wasn’t confident about driving in the snow and happily retreated when Sam said we should try and wait out the storm. We were, after all, at a bar full of food and potentially a few beds upstairs. The previous owner had lived upstairs with his family and as soon as his last child graduated high school, it was transitioned into a bar.
“How long do you think we’ll be here?” I asked after about an hour. I hoped my voice didn’t betray my anxiety. I only lived about a mile and a half away so maybe I could convince someone to take me home if they were desperate.
“Well, if it all goes well, we’ll be home…” as I turned to the man who was speaking everything suddenly went quiet. He was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. I didn’t even remember seeing him all night, but here he was and I was in love. I just had to get divorced first.