I feel like I'm having an affair.

A couple months back I was sitting in my Ob/Gyn office for a follow up. I rushed to get there for my 2:00 appointment and at 2:30 I was still sitting there holding a magazine that was 6 months old and hoping that my 10 month old twins hadn't cured my mother of her desire to babysit. The door to the office swings open and I find myself checking out the woman that walks in. Does she have kids? Is she pregnant? Does she look like a drug addict? She sits down next to me and I muster my best charming but "I'm not a creeper" smile and try to strike conversation. Turns out she just had a baby a couple months ago and lives like 5 minutes away from me. And she's clearly not a drug addict. After another 1o minutes or so I decide I genuinely like this woman and think we could possibly have a future together. Then the nurse calls my name and I stand up completely conflicted. I really want to ask for her number but will she think I'm a creeper? Maybe she didn't feel the connection I did? Thankfully she suggests we exchange numbers and the nurse stands there tapping her foot while she scribbles it down.

Two days later I'm still sitting there staring at the paper. How long should I wait before I call? I don't want to seem as desperate as I actually am. Two weeks pass and then I start to worry she won't even remember me. But I muster the courage and get her voicemail in which I proceed to stammer out a message. And I forget to leave my phone number. Great. A week later I'm convinced she either got my message and decided I was an idiot or didn't get my number from her caller ID. But then she called and we had coffee. I am happy to report the relationship is really on track! We go for walks and have coffee. I can't help but think I put more effort into this woman than I did when I first met my husband. And the best part, her name is Devan. So I get to tell my hubby, I'm going out with Devan.