I proceeded through the line, bought my sandwich, and headed towards my gate. Meanwhile my future husband was contemplating striking up a conversation with the gazing girl in Potbelly’s. He made a deal with himself to start a conversation with me if I walked to the same terminal. He slowly strolled towards his gate and sure enough I was soon on his heels. Once we were side by side he turned and used the creative line, “Where are you going?” Caught a little off guard, I answered, “Vegas!” Of course every guy loves a girl who vacations in Vegas, so he continued the conversation.
Within 2 minutes, we had found a surprising number of similarities: both from Michigan, lived on the same street less than a mile apart in Chicago, both had Vegas stories, and both played tennis. During the short conversation, I learned he had tennis courts and he suggested we play sometime. I decided to take him up on the tennis offer and gave him my phone number. I like to say I gave him my number for the tennis opportunity, but there was definitely a deeper connection and attraction right from the start.
We parted ways in the airport both leaving with a smile. My second day back from Vegas we played tennis. I “kicked his butt,” he took it like a man, and we have been together ever since!