"Bells, I can't believe you're making me do this," I grumbled then bent down, slipping and sliding in my high-heeled pumps that completed my so-called sexy look.

Bells dabbed the red Chap Stick carefully to my lips, before saying, "Meg, You haven't had a date in six months. I know, because I set up the last one for you. It's not like you have to marry him... so babe have fun!"

I did not want to go on this date because I didn't actually want to start dating again but I just didn't want to be alone either. I told myself I wasn't ready to feel that pain of heartbreak again even though it had been close to a year since I broke up ex. And Bells was always trying to fix me up with some or other guy and this time it was Doctor and likes always initially I had refused because doctors are too boring. I had planned for this Friday night at home so I could finish up some paperwork. Long hours sitting at a desk, staring at the laptop screen but better than stupid dates.

I briskly brushed my hair, a little heedlessly, with low energy for my blind date and I contemplated the man, I am going out with. It was clear that I was sure to see someone of medium height, with thinning nicely combed hair, round serious face which can never break into a smile, who dressed in dark suits and who always had a faint medicinal smell.

"Oh my goodness, what have I gotten myself into," I thought to myself as I gave myself one final glance in the mirror. At that very moment, the doorbell rang, and Bells straightened her pajama with her hand and walked to the front door.

I heard the sound of a door being opened and it rekindled the flames running along nerves all through my body.

"Well, well, hello, come in! Have been expecting you," there was such a hearty note of welcome and a mixing teasing tone to her voice.

He replied something, the way his voice flowed deep and smooth as fine whiskey, I couldn't concentrate on what he was saying anymore. Wow! His voice doesn't match the face I drew in my mind face.

Trying to think of some excuses I can use to avoid the stupid blind date, I walked out the bedroom into the living room where Bells and Mr. Doctor were.

I was thinking about pretending to be sick, but that wasn't a very good option my blind date was a doctor! Can I just fall and break my ankle? But then it would be a big step to avoid a seemingly insignificant date.

Bells voice drifted out from the kitchen, mingling kitchen with my blind date Mr. Doctor. I followed the voice, tried to keep my steps like a cat as I tried to be light on my feet and attempted to make no clunking noises with my shoes.

As I entered and turned left I walked into the center of the kitchen, my eyes fell on him.

My mouth fell open. I couldn't believe it. I thought, there has to be some mistake, It couldn't possibly my blind date. He was nothing like I thought, he was somebody I have known forever, and he was my neighbor and playmate since we were children. I do like him; I always have liked him.

Then I realized that I never asked for the name of my date.

I remembered seeing the childhood photo of Jake sitting perfectly centered on a sofa while holding me as a baby. He sported a giant grin of milky-white baby teeth.

Then I remembered Jake as 12 years old, wore these big dark-rimmed glasses, and the lenses were the kind of weird, the kind that makes your eyes look like saucers. To top it off, he had also braces. They were the plastic kind, which did not look too bad, but I don't think he was particularly attractive

We were in same elementary school. I had away managed say him, hello, and then hurry for my class, embarrassed because I liked him and he wasn't that cool boy, you should like. Soon, however, like in most urban buddies, we lost contact. He moved out of the city and I grew up and moved on to college, and my busy schedule never lets me heard from each other.

He was sitting on a bar stool, across from Bells. He had impeccable posture I couldn't get over the fact how handsome he looked! Perfectly shaved with a strong jawline, his hair still shaggy and scattered but yet were gelled very neatly. His face was tanned. He looked like he had walked on the beach all day, and his pout was so sexy, god knows what they were talking about. The black suit that he wore complimented him tremendously. The muscles of his arms could be perfectly seen as the thick cloth rested upon his strong arms. My eyes lingered longer on him that it should.

"Hi," Jake said. "It's nice. Megan is that you?" His face was beaming. Strange, unexpected electricity filled the air.

I was so overcome, all I could do was nod, and he smiled, walked over to gather me in his arms, and hugged me fiercely. He was tall and was confident and poised—so different from the ugly and boring doctor I was expecting.

"Oh, you know, I —uh — think I forgot something at my room," I said nervously and awkwardly. Before Jake could say a word, I ran back and shut myself in the bathroom, tugging the door closed behind me.

My heart was racing like a jackrabbit. I breathe in and out, bringing myself back... Jake was there, now he was not the weird neighbor I liked, but he was handsome, beautiful and settle.

My hands were shaking. I tossed open drawers and started re-trying my makeup—this time with care. I brushed my hair and smoothed my dress.

I walked back downstairs, giddy with nerves and excitement.

Before we could leave, Bells grabbed my hand in her and dragged me toward a corner. "Listen to me real quick."

"You liked him right?" Bells voice sounded a little tight.

I nodded with a big ignorant grin on my face. "Actually I liked him since I was a kid, and I think I am gonna like him forever."

A big smile spread across her face too.

"Let go then?" Jake asked, putting his hand on the small of my back as he leads me outside. We head for his car. I'm trembling. He put his arms around me.

We talked and laughed about our school days and we also talk about our early days in the old town, our church and our present days. Gradually, I realized that my initial awkwardness was long gone and that conversation had become effortless.

Three years later, we were married and began a life together.

About two into our marriage, I was sitting in a plastic hospital chair with my head resting on my husband, Jake's shoulder; we were waiting for my blood results and ultrasound.

In our house, next to wedding photos, we have a photo of a toddler sitting perfectly centered on a sofa while holding a baby, has a shine in his eye. He is smiling at the camera, smiling at me.

The best moment always happens unexpectedly.