Little things in my love story with SO make me smile every time I think back on it. It’s crazy how everything worked out.
Our freshman year of college, we both got recruited almost last-minute to play on an intramural softball team. I had no idea who he was, and vice versa, but I thought he was pretty cute. At the time though, I was just about to enter into a relationship with someone else.
Fast forward a couple of years to our junior year. I had just (literally, like that day) ended the relationship that I was in that I mentioned earlier. I was interviewing for an editing job for the school paper. The editor-in-chief met with me and explained some of the writing styles and how the meetings go, and he mentioned a name that I knew. It was the name of the guy from the softball league! Two days later they had their first official meeting, and I was super shy and didn’t say anything, but when I saw him walk into the office, I desperately wondered if he remembered me. He seemed very professional and mature, and I honestly didn’t think that he did. One meeting, we were sitting next to each other discussing piece topics, and he said this one-liner joke that made me burst into laughter, so hard we had to stop the meeting to share. Around April of the spring semester, I saw him one day sitting outside of a coffee shop and decided to sit down and talk to him. We started talking about graduate schools, programs, classes, music, interests, things like that. It was nice to have an intellectual conversation for once. But we didn’t really talk much after that.
Then, on my birthday a few months later, he sent me a Facebook message wishing me a happy birthday. I was in Spain, and he was working, but we ended up talking almost every single day. We haven’t stopped since then! He took me to meet some of his friends and him at a bar later that summer, and all of his female friends kept saying “She’s pretty!” which made me get to thinking. A few weeks later, he met me again, just the two of us this time, at a bar and we ended up talking until 5 am. He was supposed to be at work at 8, and everyone who saw him that day said he had this giant grin on his face.
When he came back to school for what would be both of our final semesters, I helped him move in. We eventually sat on the floor basically admitting that we both had feelings for each other, but were torn because when we graduated, we were both moving away. I got upset because it sounded like he didn’t want to date me. Later, we were laying on the floor of his room looking at stars through like a stargazing app, just talking about things, and he mentioned something about serial killers (part of the conversation, a psych major and criminal justice major), then just looked at me and BAM – kissed me. I didn’t expect it at all but I think that was basically the official start of our relationship.
Over the course of all of our talking, he said that ever since we met during intramural softball, he thought that I was cute. He said he’d see what I was up to every now and then on Facebook, and occasionally even see me on campus. When I got hired for the paper, he got incredibly nervous because “that cute girl” was back in his life. He said that he always was silently trying to impress me with his topics and knowledge and was sometimes embarrassed to send me work if he knew there were probably errors in it. When I sat and talked to him that one day outside of the coffee shop, he said he had an overwhelming anxiety, because it was “that girl” just casually sitting down to talk to him. Turns out that we were just two ships that kept passing in the night, and we eventually ended up colliding! (We call ourselves co-captains now.) When he saw that it was my birthday, he took the plunge and started a conversation, fully intending for it to be an “I want to get to know you, date you” attempt. He was right! 🙂
Every day we discover odd similarities about each other, and I couldn’t have ever imagined crossing paths with someone that was so perfect for me – even though he was so close that whole time.