...him on the street one day. He would be wearing a white, collared shirt with a sweater over the top with the sleeves rolled up and a pair of well-fitting jeans. We would bump into each other, exchange a glance and that would be it. Only to run into each other again in a completely different location and exchange the same glance. This happens several times before he actually approaches me. The rest is history..... in the making that is. I could know him already. I believe in fate and kisses that make your foot pop. I have learned a little something from my Cynthia, "Let go and let God." --- I guess it kind of happened like that. Only, I knew him already and we were at Stubrik's.... word...