Since
Ree has told such a gripping account of her relationship with her hunky cowboy husband "Marlboro Man" I thought I would endeavor to tell you how my hunky civil-engineer and I got together. My "MM" reminded me that twenty years ago today we went on our first date.
I was an eager (oh-so-obnoxiously eager) freshman at
Biola University. He was a homesick freshman and
notsomuch eager to be a co-ed living in a dorm. Our eyes met across a crowded room.....OK, so it was a calculus class. It was my very first college class ever. I'm not sure if we really noticed each other or not, to be honest. He was also in my next class (English something), and in the next one as well. Are you anticipating the destiny here, people?
My first thought: He's kind of obnoxious. (He was.)
His first thought: She's such a typical freshman girl. (Oh boy, was I!)
We were drawn together by the fact that the other people in our calculus class all had pocket protectors and we began to give them sweet little nicknames. There were the Plumage Brothers and a boy we called Henry dot-
dat. (This was before computers and dot-com were household word and he was also in our programming class.) I think the plumage brothers were named after their bird-like qualities and their propensity to wearing brown. (Brown was not in-vogue in 1986). I would skip class (it started at 8:00 am) because I had taken a great
calc. class in
highschool and knew the material. He would leave mean notes in my mailbox asking where I was. I think you can all see the writing on the wall. We were destined to be together.
If I were Ree at this point, I would leave you hanging....wondering what happens next.....checking in daily for the next installment of my love story. But the story is almost over and my blogging regularity is sketchy at best.
We became great friends and went out with groups of friends often. We did not actually mean to go on a first date together. It was an accident. A bunch of us had made plans to go to see a movie. Everyone else canceled that night. So, we went alone. And then we came home. End of date. It was only later that we decided it made a good first date. The movie, you ask? What romantic movie did we see? Nothing other than Fatal Attraction. Great movie for a first date, eh?
The rest, as we say, is history. It was a slow transition from friendship to love. Oh, there were some bumpy times along the way where the love part was confusing, but the friendship never was. There was the summer we broke up forever. There was the time where he was going to kiss me for the first time and chickened out. But I'll have to save those stories for another time.
