“The more I do it, the more I’m convinced it’s no way to meet someone.” “Totally,” I said, undoing the strap on my stiletto. ” He nodded and pushed off the counter, then helped me up.
Become friends first.” Frank took an audible breath. ” “I figured if you and I became buddies first, we’d have a better shot at—at becoming something else later. Since I had one shoe off, I had to put my other foot on his Puma to stay balanced.
“I guess that’s why I haven’t kissed you yet.” I was still fiddling with my heels when that sunk in.
She sent him a message: “Tall guy tattoos = my weakness.” A flurry of e-mails and texts ensued.
Within days, Melissa, a Penn State business management and marketing grad who was then an associate manager at American Water Resources, met Sean at On the Border in Bensalem, where they both lived.
Sean’s two best friends were behind the waiter with a video camera. Sean had been telling her not to expect a proposal for awhile, because they’d been together less than a year. This was unexpected Sean is Jewish, and the couple incorporated the traditional breaking of the glass into the ceremony. The pastor advised stomping with his heel, which did the trick.
Sean stomped down hard, but instead of breaking, the glass shot out of its covering and a quarter of the way up the aisle. Awestruck Sean will always remember the first time he saw Melissa. “She looked beautiful, and it was a culminating moment when things really felt real.
This, even though Sean is a huge Eagles fan and Melissa loves the Dallas Cowboys. He pulled into a parking lot and retrieved a card and flowers. All week, Sean said he couldn’t wait for that meal. It was so them Melissa, who is now a marketing manager at Crown Cork & Seal, and Sean, a sales manager at a Honda dealership, wanted a wedding day that focused on the ceremony.
They talked about so many things that “it was like catching up with an old friend,” said Sean, 31. Melissa didn’t want to date anyone else, but resisted any boyfriend-girlfriend labels. He gave Melissa the gifts, played “Your Guardian Angel” by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus on the stereo, and asked her to be his girlfriend. But once his plate was in front of him, he hardly ate a thing. They were married by Melissa’s uncle, an ordained nondenominational pastor.
Sean, who was working at the Advertising Specialty Institute and earning an advertising degree from Holy Family University, was sick of Internet dating.
Yet he was drawn to Melissa’s dark hair and eyes and the amount of fun she seemed to be having in her pictures.
“I want sex.” But when the time came, I sucked it up and drove to the college town where Sylvia lives to tend her felines and have a platonic beverage with the architect. Later, I was getting out of his car when Frank asked if I could do dinner Saturday. “Sounds great,” I said—and then I impulsively hugged him. We’ll all hang.” When I met up with the guys that weekend, Frank tersely reported that date No. But as much as I enjoyed it, I couldn’t help wonder what things could have been like if there’d been only two of us. “Whatever you want,” I said, thinking, If you’re not going to manhandle me, definitely leave—and go straight to hell.