The story began somewhere in the mid-70’s, in San Francisco, at the annual Kitchen Gourmet Show where manufacturers/vendors selling wholesale to retail stores would introduce new product lines to their sales representatives from around the United States. These meetings would generally last a full day, and end with some sort of lavish dinner provided by the manufacturer/vendor. After that initial sales meeting day, the reps would meet with their major buyers to write orders for the coming season.
This particular sales meeting began with all the reps socially mingling and introducing themselves to one another, and then becoming seated around a long narrow table. Who would think that Mr. Texas and Ms. Washington would sit directly across from each other – the drop-dead handsome cowboy, and the little first-time-to-San Francisco chick? It wasn’t long before eye-contact and flirting began.
The evening lavish dinner took place at a renowned sushi restaurant—take your shoes off, sit on the floor, legs under the table. Coincidentally (?) Mr. TX and Ms. WA positioned themselves across the table from each other. At first NO eye-contact. Then, intermittent eye contact. Then Ms. WA began to feel something touching her foot. Then feet. Then again. And again. It became apparent that footsie was happening from across the table! She ignored it. He ignored it. Then she wasn’t sure if it was Mr. TX, or Mr. Kansas who was sitting next to him. So, she looked straight across the table, and Mr. TX looked straight across the table, raised an eyebrow, and grinned that irresistible grin. With eyes twinkling. Ms. WA. returned a raised eyebrow and a grin, and added twinkle to her eyes.
There was little more contact during the rest of the trade show, except for an occasional encounter of eye contact, grinning, and twinkling at their mutual vendor’s booth as they worked with their buyers. That was all.
This scenario repeated itself a couple more years in San Francisco. Eye-contact, flirting, twinkling. That was all. Well, except for a couple of months of phone calling and letter writing, and then the inevitable conclusion that Texas and Washington were too far away from each other to pursue any meetings. Ms. WA, not knowing much about Destiny at that point in her life, let it go.
Although, somehow, she always knew that their paths would cross again. Someday.
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