My Last First Date – July 3rd, 2015

Who knew that when my friend canceled our gold-panning trip with me at the last minute, that it would lead to my last first date, my last first kiss?

My friend and I had been planning for a couple weeks to go pan for gold in the California foothills, but at the last minute, something came up and my bestie had to cancel.

Well, there was this cute, friendly guy that worked security at the gate at the base where I worked. He and I had brief interactions each time I came in, so my secret “Aha!” moment came when I asked him if he and his family had plans for the weekend.

His response was, “No, and no family.”

Yay for me, right? The pivotal question was the ‘family’ part. He sported no wedding ring, there was no wife in the background.

Smooth as I could muster, I asked if he would like to come on a gold-panning trip to California with me.

Well, he gave it a moment’s thought and said “yes” so on July 3rd, 2015, we set out to find gold. I got us horribly lost in the California foothills and he was so calm and collected about it!

“I didn’t see that the last two times we passed it,” he once commented.

His calm demeanor soothed my stress; I wanted to know more about this beautiful soul.

We never did find the stream that I had panned for gold in the previous week, and though I set out to find gold on July 3rd, 2015, instead I found something much more precious:

My Hubbin.