It Was Love At First Sight… Well At Least For Me
It Was Love At First Sight, Well At Least For Me It Was
Look at us in high school (1999)
I remember it like yesterday. I was a Senior in high school taking a Physical Science Class because I had failed Chemistry. I was not thrilled about being in a classroom filled with Freshman. I thought I was too cool for school. After my morning break was 3rd Period Physical Science Class. I walked over a little before the bell would ring so I could make sure that I could get a seat towards the back of the class. I sat near a window almost in the back of the class. I watched as these little kids (FRESHMAN) walked in and sat down. I remember thinking that this would be the worst class ever.
Right before the bell rang walked in this guy that right away caught my eye. He wasn’t super tall but not short either. He was skinny but had on super baggy jeans that made him look a little more filled out. He was wearing a blue wind breaker, skate shoes, and sported a shaved head. I remember his outfit to this day, but it was his smile that still gives me butterflies in my stomach. I had no idea who he was. Surely, he wasn’t a senior and he looked older then a Freshman. Who was he? I told myself I didn’t know who he was, but I would get to know him, and he would be mine. It is kind of crazy how I had so much confidence back then.
The Teacher let us know on the first day that the following week we would have a seating chart going off of our last names. My last name started with a “C” so I was most likely going to have to be in the front of the class. I had noticed that my new found crush wasn’t in class after the first day. I figured he switched out and went to another class. The following week the seating changes were made and as he listed off the students everyone started moving around the class to find their new seat. I was in the first row but at least I was next to the window and not the person seated in the middle of the table. There were three seats to every table. A girl sat on the aisle seat of the table and wouldn’t you know that my new found crush was seated next to me. Where the heck did he come from? I didn’t even see him walk in. My heart skipped a beat and I felt my heart racing. I wanted to talk to him so badly and I couldn’t find the words.
I opened my binder to take a pencil out of my pocket holder and that is when he first spoke. “Ew gross, you smoke?” Inside of my binder was also a pack of Marlboro Red Cigarettes. (I did it because I thought it was cool) Yep, I was that girl. A party girl who wanted attention and usually it was the wrong kind of attention I attracted. I don’t remember what he said after that initial sentence, but he continued to bash me for my poor choices. I wanted to hit him. I wanted to tell him off but what could I say? I usually can’t think of the perfect comeback line until it’s too late. When I went to lunch and met up with my friends all I could tell them about was this guy that I despised. My friends were very thoughtful in coming to my aid and even offered to beat him up. Oh the glory days of high school.
And to make matters worse I saw that he was hanging out with a group of guys that I knew. I did some recon and asked my buddy Jeremy who he was. He said his name Gary and he was a cool guy, but that he didn’t party with them. He was more of a skater kid that hung around with them at school.
Over the course of the semester we would banter back and forth. It was usually him taking digs at me. When I told my mom that I didn’t like my class because a boy teased me she informed me that it was because he liked me. Our teacher constantly had to stop us from talking. Towards the end of the Semester he moved Gary to the back of the classroom so we would stop talking so much.
We had to do a group project. I didn’t know anyone else in the class so Gary had asked if I wanted to group up with a few of his friends. We walked to the library to do some research on our project and the two of us sat next to each other in the library. I remember him sitting pretty close to me and as we walked around the library we were always side by side. We decided that we needed to meet up after school as a group to finalize our project.
I drove over to his house and walked up to the door. I hesitated for a second before I rang the doorbell and stood back waiting for the door to open. Gary opened the door and I kid you not it seemed like time stood still. I think in that moment there was a spark. I could kind of tell something had changed for him. He gave me these sort of puppy dog eyes and I knew. Oh boy, I knew that he liked me. Something in my brain switched from I hope he likes me to now I know he likes me but I have to pretend I don’t care that he likes me. The end of the semester came and it was time to say our goodbyes. He asked for my pager number. Oh gosh, do you remember having a pager?
I was headed to Home Depot to make a beer bong with my girlfriends when I got his page. I headed to the closest pay phone and called him back. He asked what I was up to that night? I invited him along to a party. On Friday and Saturday nights we would meet up at my friend’s house before heading out for the evening’s festivities. I picked him up on the way and introduced him to my friends. One of my friends thought that he was cute. She was extremely pretty and had the personality to match. He was super friendly and the sweetest person you’d ever meet. Hearing her take just a tiny bit of interest made me instinctively possessive. If anyone was going to have him it was going to be me. I drove him home that night and he didn’t try to kiss me. I was super disappointed. Maybe he didn’t like me after all? I told him that my girlfriend had taken a liking to him and he said that he was only interested in one girl and it wasn’t her. I was blushing at that moment.
We officially became boyfriend and girlfriend (High School Sweethearts) on May 21, 1999 and we have been together ever since. I tell that story all the time. I am sure he gets sick of me telling it, but I don’t care. Now I have my kids to tell it to over and over. I love our story and I love us. Was it love at first sight? I think so. I knew he was the one for me. When I first told my husband about how I loved him the moment I laid eyes on him; he told me that he knew he loved me when he opened his front door. The moment that time stood still….. I KNEW IT! I wish you could have seen the look he was giving me. Totally a priceless moment!
How did you meet your spouse? Do you believe in love at first sight?