So this is a little late in the PJ but here’s our story..
Part I
College is expensive, and although I was working as an RA to offset housing and meals, I still needed another job, actually two. I was a Grad Asst. for my research statistics professor, and the other job I found was in this Dance class. So one night a week, I taught. I made friends with a girl in the class, Laura, and tried not to notice the instructor’s two sons acting up since I was worried about my job and paycheck and grade…
John is at same college, and a PE major. Johns' roommate (my friend in class, Laura) ((don’t get the wrong idea it’s a multi-level apt bldg)) talks him into the “easy A”, and since it’s in Johns' major, he jumped on it. So 2nd or 3rd class John joins, and knows the instructors oldest son from other PE classes. Instant chaos in my class. I can’t tell them to do anything, I could lose my job. So I just grin and bear it.
Mid-way through the class we have a performance.
I have no car. Laura does. I ask her to pick me up, no problem. She and John discuss it and decide they don’t need to take two cars, so they carpool, and John drives.
She calls, I run downstairs, she jumps in the back, John and I are sharing 4’ of air space. We have to talk. We make nice conversation; complain about the performance, football team, and talk about nothing that I can recall. We perform, pack up, they drop me off.
TRUTH: First impressions aren’t always right! It's not always love att first sight. Laura later asked us about each other, Johns' opinion of me “stuck up”, my opinion of John “obnoxious”. I am not stuck up, I’m really shy. So when I wasn’t teaching, I wasn’t talking, or cutting up, or anything. I was usually reading for some other class. John isn’t really obnoxious, he is loud, and very social, and loves to have fun.
I sometimes hang out with Laura at her apt, and one night I see John going out in his dress uniform. Wow. Yeah, the uniform got me. (Disregard earlier comment about love at first sight!) We chat briefly, John is going to some banquet and dance for the Air Force ROTC. I’m giddy, and John says my exact words were, “well, if your date gets hit by a bus, call me.” He leaves, I think nothing about it, head to my dorm, and my phone rings.
‘Hello?” ‘Hi. It’s me.” “It’s who?” “Me, John.” “John who?” Yeah, I was out of it. “You know you’ll never believe it, but my date got hit by a bus. Still want to go out?” “Sure.” “Be downstairs in ten minutes.” “Sure.” I run like a maniac up to my RA friends’ room, drag her out the door and to the lobby. ‘I’m not going out with him alone, I don’t know him that well, we might not have anything to talk about, you are coming too.’ Ten minutes later John pulls up, with a friend in the car. He didn’t know me that well, and if it wasn’t going well, he needed an out and someone else to talk too. That must have been the very first time we thought alike.
We all went to grab something to eat at a Wing place. Talked a little bit. And they took us back to the dorm. Next week when I went to hang out with Laura between classes, I went and talked to John a little. And the next day, and the next, and we finally starting Officially Dating, in April that semester.
Isn’t that sweet?
More to follow...