That fateful night at the bar, I ended up talking to a really nice guy and we talked and danced all night. He asked for my number. I gave him mine and he gave me his. I waited for his call and it never came. I decided after about a week, that I was going to call him and give him a piece of my mind. I was really disappointed that he turned out to be a flake. So I called him. As soon as I told him who I was, he told me that he had been trying to call me since we met. I asked him what number I had given him. He told me. I had just gotten a phone and I guess I had given him the wrong number.
We were inseparable. We did almost everything together. I had started writing again, and I was feeling really good about the direction my life was going. Soon, I was going to start looking around for a music scene.
But, the Universe had a different plan for me. A few months later, I told him I was pregnant. And we got married.