We met at The Spoke Club last summer. We were there for a party of a mutual friend. Hundreds of people were in attendance, but as I was coming in, Paul was leaving. A male friend of mine obnoxiously yelled out, “Look Pooj, there’s a tall brown guy! You two should get together.” Mortified, I watched as he got in the elevator to leave the party. I jokingly yelled out, “That wasn’t awkward,” just as the door was shutting to the elevator. Turns out he returned to the party determined to find me. Instead of finding me another mutual friend brought us together. A friend brought me over to meet her husband who I had never met and, low and behold, Paul was talking to her husband. Before they could even introduce us, we were already laughing about our earlier exchange and shook hands with huge smiles on our faces.
It was a brief interaction as I left to go mingle, but I was sure to ask my friend if he was single. She said yes, but left it at that. He had also asked the same thing and with my permission got my number from her. He called me the next day. I was so impressed that he used the traditional way of communicating and didn’t text.
We went on our first date a few days later and he says within the first 15 minutes he knew he was going to marry me!