Because apparently I need Shalini to come up with all my post ideas this week, I’m once again copying her (hey, she asked for it!) by sharing the story of how N.C. & I met. I’m not saying it’s interesting, I’m just saying it’s a story. And one I’ve wanted to get down in words for a long time, before I forget it. So here you go.
Ok, so, the short answer is that N.C. & I met through marching band. He was a freshman & I was a sophomore, and though we never really saw each other on the field, we hung with the same group socially.
The first time we met, we were at a house party. This was a weird little complex with two houses and a firepit between them, all behind a fence and far from the road. It was a GREAT party place because it was sort of set back & hidden from sight. Anyway, we were both at this party and the first time I remember meeting him he had…overly indulged, let’s say, and was in the process of almost falling into the firepit. The one that actually held a pretty decent sized fire. My friends and I helped pull him away from the fire & steer him toward one of the houses, shaking our heads at the “crazy freshman who couldn’t hold his liquor.” You know, because we were such worldly sophomores.
Over the year, I would hear stories of N.C., or catch glimpses of him at parties, but somehow we never really connected again. Even though we ran with the exact same group, he just sort of flitted on the outside edge of my attention on a very few occasions, or when I would hear about the insane stuff he had done on band trips. He just wasn’t on my radar. It may have had something to do with the obsession I had with another guy, or just..we never connected, who knows why?
Fast forward to the next year.
There were some rumors that had grown and persisted about me and my roommate throughout the end of the previous year, and into the summer. The rumors were mostly said in whispers & behind our back, but even when they were said to our face and we refuted them, they persisted. Whatever, you know?
Anyway, before school started, there was a big pre-band-camp party, and of course, N.C. was there. Party type things happened, with party type liquids, and it was fun. And then it was the end of the party, and N.C. needed a ride. I was mostly sober, so I offered to drive him (I know, so nice of me). At that point, he was still just…that silly guy. Who was wacky and hyper and funny, sure, but mostly a bit of a spaz.
I drove him home & on the way, he (in what I would come to find was his typical blunt way) flat out asked me if the rumors he had heard were true. I was more than a little flabbergasted, actually, because no one asked. Everyone just assumed they were true, and spread them as if they were. But he asked, straight up, and believed me when I said no, and that one little moment made me look at him differently.
That’s when I started to actually look AT him, you know? And from that one little conversation, a spark of interest was lit.
We spent the next few months flirting, and hinting, and circling around the idea of each other. We saw each other A LOT, seeing as how our friends had parties almost every weekend, we had band rehearsals & events 3-5 times a week, and we all hung out at the same places on campus. There was a lot of time to flirt is what I’m saying. There were brief little touches of fingers, a hand on an arm, the occasional shoulder rub (oh man, college, you are so stereotypical).
At some point, I got kind of fed up with the hinting and flirting & took to saying, flat out, “When are we going to go out? I’m not kidding when I say I like you and want to go out,” and sitting on his lap and being slightly more aggressive in my approach (N.C. fully admits he was dense at this point in time). We had several ALMOST moments…we ALMOST went to the movies together, we ALMOST went to a party together, almost almost almost. The closest we came was a Halloween party where we were finally FINALLY *this* close to kissing…when the cops showed up. Almost, almost, almost. That kind of killed the mood, and the next thing you know he was off helping the party throwers clean up, and I remember leaving and sitting in the car & literally banging my head on the steering wheel telling my roommate, “He is NEVER GOING TO GET IT.”
I was about to give up. Seriously.
Luckily for us both, a few weeks after that the stars aligned. We had a day off from classes, so there was talk of going to a movie together that swiftly changed into going to a party together. We caught a ride with someone else, and spent basically the whole night flirting. We’d go talk with other people and catch each other looking across the room. We weren’t hanging all over each other, but somehow the flirting took on a different sort of tone than it had previously. When the party was winding down, our ride took us both back to my house rather than making two stops, and for that, I will always thank him.
When we got back to my house, we sat on the couch talking for a little while, doing that thing where you drift closer and closer to the other person. Finally, we were sitting right next to each other, his arm around my shoulder, and somewhere along the way the conversation had stopped. We sat like that for what felt like hours, but in reality was probably a few minutes at most, and then we slowly, slowly, slowly started kissing. I can think about that moment and still get all flushed and heart fluttery, it was romantic movie perfect.
And that was the beginning. We had a few false starts from there, as many people who date in college do, but within a few months, we were a couple.
And almost 13 years later, here we are. So weird to think we started from there.
A few months into our “courtship.” Man we were such BABIES.
(and yes, it’s a photo of a photo. I was too lazy to use the scanner)
Some people went to Mexico for their spring break. We went to Disneyland.
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