In year 2000, I met a man for coffee, at Starbucks. To this day, I remember what we were wearing. He was wearing a ski jacket and jeans. I was wearing a well fitted grey sweater, black jeans and pleather jacket. My friends at work would tease me and ask me, if I had a hot date. They called it, the date sweater. My date and I did not meet after the initial date. Soon after, I moved across British Columbia, for a job promotion. Within a few years, I moved across Canada, for yet another job promotion. At one point I decided to return home and settle down. I asked my parents to introduce me to someone. My aunt knew of someone and the two of us met. We decided to get married. We were engaged for a year and within a year of marriage we separated. After separation I moved across Canada for a few years. During that time I spent a lot of time thinking about all that had happened. It was then that I realized that the man I had met for coffee in year 2000, was the man I had married. In our twenties we met for coffee and parted. In our thirties we met and got married. We had changed so much I didn’t recognize him. When we met the second time he was wearing a dress shirt and pants. I was wearing a dress and veil. He looked like a different man. I had changed a lot to. On our initial date I had layered, shoulder length, hair and loud make up. During our second date I had straight, long hair that came down to my buttocks and very quiet make up. I don’t think he recognized me either.

(Screen) Name: Raman

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