Mr. S and I will have to agree to disagree on the details of how we first met. We didn’t attend the same high school, but we had a lot of mutual friends since we lived in the same town. Mr. S contends that the first time we met was at some random group get-together of said friends, either a house party or bowling alley or something like that. That’s probably true, but being in the same room and barely mumbling anything but “Hey” to each other hardly qualifies as “The First Time We Met.” I maintain that we met each other at a friend’s Sweet 16 party back in September of 2000—at least that’s when we had our first exchange of three words or more. And because I’m writing this and not him, you’re going to get my side of the story. Hah!
So what were his first words to me? “Hey, I’m on the varsity football team.” ::eye roll:: OK, OK, those weren’t his first words, but he did say them to me at some point that evening. My response was less than enthusiastic: “So? I’m on the varsity soccer team.” Girl power.
His actual first gesture toward me that night was giving me a rose. Don’t swoon yet—it was left over from the celebrant’s rose dance and was broken in half. I shouldn’t pooh-pooh his approach, though, because obviously I ate it up. Before the night was over, he asked me to dance to a slow song. As we walked out to the dance floor he told me that he requested the song himself—the timeless classic, N’SYNC’s “This I Promise You.” (1) When was the last time you watched a music video and (2) What the hell is JC wearing on his legs??