It was a blind date.
When I entered her apartment she was singing “Somebody” by Depeche Mode in the shower. It was astonishing. Not only that she was singing a song of my favorite band, she was singing like an angel. That’s the moment I fell in love with her. I was standing still in the hallway, like I was forbidden to move. I was standing until she finished the song. Altough I never cry, the tears started rushing down my face. I felt the same way I did when I drove the bike for the first time. It was like a completely new sensation, and I couldn’t stop crying. I was standing there, crying and smiling at the same time. I felt reborn. I didn’t want to look like a wuss, so I came back to normal, prepared to hand her the flowers. When she came out of the bathroom, she was surprised that I was waiting in the hallway. I thought she would be pissed, but instead she told me “Why didn’t you make yourself a drink? The bar is in the living room.” And she went back to the bathroom.
I entered the living room. I didn’t believe that this kind of apartment still exists. My apartment was mostly gray and black, it was equipped with new furniture, with no sign of anything that is older than 5 years. But hers was different. She was different. She didn’t have anything that is newer than 20 years. The first thing I noticed was a big chandelier hanging from the ceiling. Although, there were some smaller lamps scattered around the place, it illuminated the whole room. But it wasn’t too bright. Not like the one in the Art galleries. On the left a small desk was placed, with something on it that I have seen only a couple of times in my whole life. A gramophone, aka record player. And on the shelves below I found the whole discographies of some of the most iconic bands in the music history. Led Zeppelin, Beatles, Queen, I have even noticed that she had some of the Serbian records. And of course, like I’ve found later, she was a huge devotee (a name for Depeche Mode fans). She had every single vinyl record they have ever made. I’ve played my personal favorite, Violator. She also had two pairs of giant Harmann-Kardon speakers, from the beginning of the 90s . I felt like I was in a concert hall. Next to the gramophone desk was the bar. I made myself a Martini bianco, stirred not shaken. Then I proceeded to accross the room. There was a leather furniture set, with a big couch and two chairs. I made myself at home. On the coffee table there was a box of cigars, real Cuban ones. I lit up one of them.
It felt so good, like I belong there. I didn’t want to leave that apartment, I loved it as much as I loved Kate. And than she walked in. She was wearing a beautiful red silk dress. She was my date for the night. I was wearing a tuxedo. We were supposed to go to the opera.
She was surprised I played that Depeche Mode record. Just like me, she couldn’t believe that her blind date is a huge devotee. I took off my jacket. Our conversation was getting deeper, and deeper, that we forgot abou opera. We were up, all night, just talking. It was like we shared the same brain, we were finishing each other’s sentences, like we exactly new what the other one was thinking. When you finally find somebody like that, who has almost everything in common with you, then you realize that is the person you want to spend the rest of your life with.
And that kids, is how I met your mother.
It was a blind date.