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When you meet your love at first sight moment, you have to trust that your instincts are correct.

This is the story of how I fell in love at first sight.

It was May 14, 1994 and I was sitting two rows behind Roxanne, a female friend from my alma mater Georgetown University, and a friend of hers that I didn’t recognise. Little did I know that this unknown friend would change my life forever.

When you attend a wedding as a single man, your adrenaline pumps in anticipation that you might meet someone new or at least hook-up for the evening. But from the outset, I got the sense that she was going to be different.

I could only see her from behind, but could see she was wearing a simple, elegant, backless black dress with black pumps. She had beautiful athletic legs and petite shoulders. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her during the entire ceremony.

When she finally turned around, I almost fell off my chair! It was at that moment that I spent the rest of the ceremony focused on how I could get closer to her.

Would I get a chance to speak to her during the reception? Would she accept my offer to get her a drink and if I was lucky, would she want to dance with me?

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During the wedding ceremony, nothing else mattered to me: not the vows, not the bridal parties outfits, not the other guests. My only concern was how I was going to get the opportunity to speak to this woman. I wanted to find out what she was about.

Did her personality match the overall energy that I was feeling just from seeing her? How could I convince her that I was worth talking to? I didn’t even care that I had a date, Victoria, with me. We had dated in the past, but at that time we were just casual friends.

I knew that I was breaking an unwritten code of conduct but Vickie never complained because she knew that look in my eye. She had seen something similar years earlier.

It was at that point that I had found out her identity.

Her name was Priscilla, a woman I had called “homely” in the past because every time I came to the DC area to hang out with Roxanne, she was never about to join us. But now I saw she was anything but homely. She was gorgeous!

Now I had to figure out how I would introduce myself to her. When I finally got to our dinner table, she was sitting right across from me. By some twist of fate, I would get my chance to speak to her more intimately since she had decided to move right next to me to avoid some conflict that was on her side of the table. (Post continues after gallery.) 

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As we continued to talk and hang out, I was awestruck on how easy she was to talk to. It was nice to share some personal things about myself. The conversation flowed so nicely it was as if we had known each other for years.

The evening up to that point was perfect. So perfect, that I had to look up to the sky and chuckle a little because it was at that moment God was showing me the blessing he had provided. I just had to make sure I didn’t mess things up.

When you carry around baggage from past relationships, and the person you are destined to be with is finally laid before you, we will usually find ways to mess it up. That is, until we decide to trust and just go with the moment.

Up to that point, I hadn’t been too successful in the dating department. Most of my relationships had never lasted much longer than a year for a myriad of reasons.

"...usually find ways to mess it up. That is, until we decide to trust and just go with the moment." (Image via iStock.)

I was either "too black" or "too white." Not cool enough or not tall enough.

Or they just couldn’t put their finger on why I wasn't worth spending time with: I just wasn't. I had always felt that I had to over-compensate for being a nice guy because women were always complaining there were no good guys out there for them.

I always felt I had an edge because I would be that gentleman they were looking for, but in the end that wasn't the case.

One of rules I have always lived by, even as far back as high school, was to take the good things that happened from a past relationship and apply it to the next one. That motto would be put to the test in the relationship I had before I met Priscilla.

The last relationship I was in was with a girl named Linda. It was a relationship that would cause me to assess what was really important to me when it came to finding a mate. Linda was pretty, fun-loving and fun to be around. But she said and did things that would crush my self-esteem to the point where I was no longer the good guy.

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