[ WP ] You 're on a first date and its going very well until you make a huge mistake . You somehow get a sign from future you telling you that this person is `` the one '' . Do n't screw it up .

The awkward silence stretched. 
 
 Why do I always do this? I need to say something. The night has been going great. I ca n't let her focus on one bad comment. Horrible. Devastating. I need to stop thinking about it! 
 
 As if on Que the waitress arrived with the check. At least she did n't reach for it. Or make some comment about leaving the tip. I slipped the credit card under the fortune cookies and offer her the choice of the two. 
 
 She selects one in silence. 
 
 I need to pic the conversation back up but how? Me and my big mouth. 
 
 She smiles at her's. 
 
 `` The person sitting across from you is a bit of an ass.'Bit' is in bold. I guess it's better than complete ass right?'' She says showing me the slip. 
 
 `` Truer words have never been spoken.'' I say. `` I want to apologize I did n't mean-'' She is waving it off. I can let it drop that's for sure. 
 
 `` What about yours?'' She asks innocently. 
 
 The plastic is easy and the cookie slips with a satisfying snap. 
 
 `` 479001599 Not a joke. Future wife. Do n't let her leave angry.'' 
 
 The world spins. 
 
 John died six years ago. I put the'project' in storage. I mean what was the point he was the brains behind it I could hardly grasp the civilian concepts, let alone follow the nuts and bolts. The math made sense to me. It always had. And the only thing we were sure of was it was n't impossible. 
 
 Yet the hawking `` proof'' of time travel always nagged at us. `` If if time travel will one day exist where are all the tourist from the future?'' 
 
 We came up with codes we could send ourselves. Small keys that were not to be used for any other purpose. Ever. No pins or passwords, only proof that a message was from our future selves. 
 
 479001599. 
 
 A factorial prime. THE factorial prime I had picked to represent my key. 
 
 I was aware that she was speaking to me in the same way I was aware of Mars. I knew they existed but neither one seemed to have a measurable effect on my immediate future. 
 
 Scenarios ran through my mind faster than I could complete them. What had happened to the time stream? Had my future self screwed things up and this was a fix or was this some trail to change the past? Was that even possible? 
 
 Then were was silence. Not in the restaurant. Not even at the table. My eyes floated up and watched her. She was speaking of that I'm sure but in that moment nothing else existed. The world had changed. 
 
 It was a wholly unique feeling. 
 
 It was like finishing a profound book, whose contents will change your very outlook on life, and seeing that somehow, the world was continuing on as if nothing happened. It was that feeling magnified a thousand fold. Ten thousand! 
 
 `` It's all going to work out.'' I heard John say. I knew I was saying the words but I was not longer in the restaurant. I was home in bed. The memory was so clear. That phone call never really added up. 
 
 `` Hey man. Sorry to wake you I just had to tell you its been an honor.'' I mumbled something though my half sleep. 
 
 `` I got in a wreck. I called the cops but it does n't look good. There's too much blood.'' I woke up then. A thousand questions fighting to escape. 
 
 `` Do n't worry man. It's all going to work out.'' 
 
 `` What's going to work out?'' She asked. And just that fast I was sitting across from her again. She would be my wife!? How lucky was I? Woman always tell men that confidence is sexy. I must have shown like a lighthouse. It was n't confidence it was future history. 
 
 `` Were going to work out.'' I said with a smile. I could see her looking at my face studying me. 
 
 `` What's it say?'' She asked. 
 
 `` It says I should ask you to marry me.'' I said flatly folding the paper in half. 
 
 `` Come on.'' She said with a smile. `` I showed you mine.'' She reached out. I placed the paper in her hand but did n't let go. 
 
 `` Why do n't we go back to my place and you can guess what it really says?'' I suggested. She smirked. 
 
 `` Trying to sleep with me on the first date?'' She said taking hold of the paper. 
 
 `` Oh no.'' I said holding my hands up to ward her off. `` Never!'' 
 
 `` But I was planning on making out with you until you wanted to have sex. Then I would kick you right out.'' I said with a grin. 
 
 `` Is that so.'' She said holding the paper, still folded. 
 
 `` If you read that you'll know what it says.'' I said. 
 
 `` Is n't that the point?'' She asked. 
 
 `` Oh no. If you do n't... well just ask.'' 
 
 `` What does it say?'' She asked. 
 
 `` That you will come back and make out with me while we watch a marathon of firefly then drive to the lake to watch the sun rise. The timing works out if we leave now.'' 
 
 She very deliberately set the paper down unopened. 
 
 `` Shiny.'' She said with a smile.
