When we met.

disclaimer: yes...this is one of those 'how we met stories'.

I swore off men the day before we "sort of" met. I decided after one too many disappointing boys came in and out of my life that I was going to chop my hair off (yes, I pulled the drastic appearance change following a break-up). I needed a change and that change involved steering clear of any type of romance and just having fun with my girlfriends. So....we went out, all dolled up, me with my new hair and my new silk shirt that looking back, was not so cute after all.

As we were huddled in one of our dance circles; you know those right? They are almost unable to be broken, there is an invisible force field full of girl vibes, boys not allowed in these dance circles. If you try to break into this circle, you inevitably will be thrown backwards by one of us doing the booty shake or something like that, I forget. Anyway, in the midst of our dance circle and me being the somber...'oh I'm so sad, I just broke up with my boyfriend who turned out to be a total disappointing jerk' party pooper, David happened to stumble unwillingly (or maybe willingly who knows) into our dance circle, throwing our whole vibe off.

Now this is the part where I tell you we locked eyes and fell in love right then and there and it's been a sweet deal ever since...yeah, that didn't happen. As he stumbled his way into our little dance off going on; I (upholding my sworn oath to avoid men) simply ignored his attempt and Kelli (my bestest girlfriend in the whole word) decided to reenact a spectacular version of Madonna's Like a Prayer with him. I couldn't help but laugh and then quickly turn on my 'I want nothing to do with you face on' again.

I left the bar that night not even knowing his name.

A couple weeks later Kelli and I went back to the same place, on a random night after class for some drinks. As I was walking back from the bathroom to the stool where I was sitting, I felt an arm brush mine and lucky me, it was David. He followed me back to my stool, we talked, had a few drinks, and I decided that useless conversation while we were out couldn't hurt. That night I ended up giving him my number, simply disregarding my oath, and got back in my car with Kelli to go home thinking I'd probably never hear from him.

Two weeks passed, no call.

October 15, I get a phone call and a voicemail from David; wanting to hang out. He took the whole "I'm going to wait 3 days to call the girl" move to an entirely different level. (He still laughs about it to this day. His horrible attempt at being suave.) He came out with us for Kelli's 22nd birthday that night and literally followed me/us from restaurant to bar, to bar, to bar.......

and I'm kinda glad he did. He's been following me ever since ; )

After that night, it was a whirlwind of movie dates, dinners, my birthday, Christmas, and many more of those for four years following.

So, Happy four years to the one guy I'm glad stumbled into our dance circle, performed one of the best renditions of Like a Prayer I have ever seen, kept me on my toes for four years, and has been there ever since for everything. Here's to many, many more.

Love you David <3