11.07.2008

When This Began


I'm usually up for anything. Ask me to hang out and I'll be there. I cannot turn it down. A fall night, my girlfriend convinced me that she needed me for emotional support. I was there for her. Sitting in the crowd and waiting as she carefully picked at her guitar a little before sweetly singing to the crowd. I couldn't help but think to myself. Why on earth does this girl need emotional support?

The bells on the door rang a little a I looked over. A tall guy walked through the door. He was striking. Who is this guy? Yeah, the guy with the excellent bone structure and the blond wafro (white man afro) walking in...Who is he? He stands for a while where I can see him nodding his head and making small talk with I assume, his friends. I tried not to pay to much attention, but his smile was infectious and I stared a little. That jaw! Wait...where did he go? Who...wha...? He sat down on the little couch right beside me. I can feel my stomach in my throat. He was so close that we were almost touching. I was so flattered and intrigued by his boldness. I didn't have to wait long to find out who he was because he immediately introduces himself and is asking me questions. His name is E--- and he's from California. I like the sound of that. I'm H-- from Nevada. We knew the same people. He liked my nose and the short blond hair sticking out from under my beanie and I am immediately smitten with his candor.

He showed up that November evening at Open Mic to see a girlfriend play her guitar. We had no idea that this was just the beginning of many instances that our paths would cross at random times and in random places. E--- from California. I knew I'd see him again. Yes, it was just the beginning...

6 comments:

eRiCa said...

I love that photo of you guys. He looks like he's 12 :) okay so maybe 14 :)

The Brown Family said...

you express yourself so beautifully. I felt like I was right there too sitting beside you on the couch.

eric and monica said...

i totally remember when you first told me about eric and you were like, "he's so hot!" it's always good to read a love story.

nicwoo said...

Sweet. Real.
...and then years later, you two pass the torch to Jake and I and we lived in the "honeymoon suite" basement apartment. The hobo spiders, "Mowing" the carpet,...the kitchen floor that could never look clean. We are proud of the time we spent there. We were all too in love to care, right? :)

Jason and Courtney said...

Nice! I am so glad I was part of those times-I was the ventee you vented to.

TheKeilShpeel said...

Are you really talking about Eric? hahaha.
That is sweet. Thanks for sharing your story. All the sudden I heard he was married with kids. We all grow up, it's crazy..

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