D and I have been together for 4 years this June. Or, as I like to say, somewhere around 1/5 of my life up to this point. A lot of people ask us how we met. Depending on who is asking, I have 2 answers- answer a is that we were neighbors, and answer b is that we met in a cell phone store. Both of these answers are true. D’s parents live across the street from my parents. I totally didn’t know D, but believe me, I had noticed him. My only problem was that he was obviously older than me ( 6 1/2 years), which kept me from pursuing him.
Until one day.
Let’s take a trip back to 2006, when pink razor phones were the THING. I had a blue phone. I wanted a pink phone. I drove to the cell phone store to look at said pink phone. I was browsing around when, lo and behold, a tall, dark-haired, green-eyed guy walked in, with a skinny blonde guy in tow. I didn’t know who the skinny blonde guy was, but I definitely knew that the dark-haired guy was my neighbor. Now I am the sort of person that talks to people in stores all the time, so this was a natural opening for me. I flounced over in my jeans and pink flip-flops and said “Hey, aren’t you my neighbor?”
“I think so,” he said.
Introductions were made, the skinny blonde guy turned out to be his friend, and we started chatting. Gutsy as I may be, I just couldn’t get the nerve up to give my number to a guy that I had only talked to for 10 minutes. They left, and I kicked myself.
Let me just interject here that it wasn’t like I had never talked to D before, I said hi when I was out walking my dog, and waved when I saw him driving, but other than that, I honestly didn’t know him AT ALL.
Anyway, I left the store too, minus the pink razor phone, which turned out to be sort of a piece of schist, and drove home. I came home, and decided to walk the dog. While I was out walking, I saw D and friend pull up at his parents’ house. They got out of the car and decided to sit on the porch.
Then I got an idea.
I decided that I would wash my car, in the driveway that just happened to face their porch. And obviously, since it was so hot, I would HAVE to wear my bikini.
So, I go outside in my cutest bikini and start splashing water on my car. (I am a piss poor car washer, the thing was probably better just left alone.)
Then a guy walks up.
A skinny blonde guy.
At this point I am thinking “Shit! Not you! I want the other one!”
But, if you are trying to win a guy, you can’t be horrid to his best friend, so I made nice for a few minutes.
“Got a boyfriend?”
“Uh no, not exactly.” (Which was the truth!)
I was making chit-chat when I saw D walking over. Yes! Yes! I thought my heart would pound out of my chest.
We all talked for a bit, they helped me roll the garden hose back up, and D’s friend asked me if I wanted to go swimming with him.
“No thanks, I have stuff to do.”
We all chatted for a bit more, when D asked if I wanted to go hang out at the pool with them.
Bingo!
“Sure, that sounds like fun.”
So, we made a plan to go swimming together. The three of us. They head home, and I head back in as well.
Later that night, we meet at the pool. D’s friend is desperately trying to put the moves on me, but I am not having any of it. Let me explain something about myself- I don’t take being hit on well. Hitting on me is a sure-fire way to annoy me and drive me away.
D doesn’t hit on me. He just talks to me, and it was the kind of talking that was really good talking, not the “I-want-to-do-the-horizontal-tango-with-you” kind of talking. I was reallly starting to like him, even if it only had been a few hours. He was so sweet and polite. He didn’t lay a hand on me until the end of the night, when we were standing watching some deer pass through a field by the pool. I was standing in front of him, and he rubbed my shoulders. Not creepy shoulder rubbing, mind you, but innocent shoulder rubbing. I leave for the night…no goodnight kiss! I was a teensy bit disappointed, but it just made me realize that I had to form a plan.
So, operation “Get D” was commenced.
He called me the next day, and I found out that he was working the night shift and got home at about 7:30 or so in the morning. I was fresh out of high school, and still on my old school schedule of getting up early, so I started hanging out with him in his mornings after work. We would watch some tv together, cook breakfast, stuff like that. I wasn’t really sure if he was into me, but even though I liked him so much, I didn’t even mind because I was having so much fun with him as a friend.
Then one day, we were sitting on the couch. D got up to get something…or so I thought. He got up, leaned over, and kissed me! Now, this definitely wasn’t my first kiss, but it was way more exciting and memorable. I would rank that in the top 10 best moments of my life so far.
And that’s the story of us. We’ve been together ever since that first kiss. There was no official “will you be my girlfriend” kind of thing, we just sort of fell together, which is more our style anyway.
I’m really glad I wanted a stupid pink cell phone that day.
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