MY side of the story. Part 1

MY side of the story. Part 1

When people ask how Greg and I got together I usually refer them to him because, 1) Greg's just a great story teller and 2) the story is wrapped up in heart wrenching agony for me and pains me to tell it. However, today being Valentine's I'm going to tell it from my angle. This entry may actually take several edits until I am totally satisfied, so if this get posted after actual Valentine's Day that's why.

To be completely honest I have no idea exactly what day Greg and I met. For me that day was just another sweltering summer day in 2003 except for the fact that I was starting an SAT prep course which met at the high school on the other side of the tracks. I was nervous; I had signed up for the 1 pm class while all my friends had signed up for the 11 am class. (Yes, I and my friends were THAT nerdy, ok?) So here I was waltzing into the rival high school into a classroom filled with people I didn't know and.... I walked in on another class. How embarrassing for a sixteen year old! Apparently my class didn't actually start until 1:30. I sat in the hall twiddling my thumbs for thirty minutes, anxiety heightening every moment and then the classroom door swung open and the room emptied. As people filed out of the room, I realized that this was the earlier SAT prep class as my friends piled out. I chatted with them for a little while and then walked to what I was sure was the doom of a wonderful summer. Let's face it; good summers don't involve school. I apologized to the teacher for walking in on her earlier lecture and took a seat. I don't recall where I sat specifically because I changed seats everyday in that classroom and you'll soon find out why.

The teacher wandered out to take a break from the classroom and so left me sitting there all alone. Good; more time to build up the nervousness in the room which was about to suffocate me, just what I needed. Finally a girl walked in and I introduced myself. I don't recall her name, but she was really sweet and I see her around town every now and again. We made small talk as the rest of the class strolled in and chose a seat. I believe that day she and I were the only females in the room, besides the teacher. I knew that was trouble from the start because I had recently taken a vow to not date for a rather long, yet to be determined amount of time. That in itself is not trouble, but the reason behind that vow was that I had gone a wee bit boy crazy the school year before and dated I believe five different guys on and off and it just created a whole lot of drama with me and my gal pals that I didn't want. "Hoes before before beaus", right?

Supposedly Greg was there. I didn't take much notice of him that day. I probably didn't take much notice of him the day after either, but about a week into the class I realized that this kid ALWAYS sat next to me. So I devised a plan to pick a different seat the next day and see if he followed and sure enough he did follow me to a new seat, just like he did everyday after that. At this point, I was thinking something along the lines of, "Oh great. Please just go away and leave me alone! I don't need this right now!" Not that I thought he was smokin' hot or something but he was hilarious and I couldn't help but laugh at all his stupid jokes.

Probably what turned the corner to make Greg a friend and not just some annoying guy that sat next to me ALL THE TIME in class was he got in an car accident and so was truck-less. Greg asked me if he could get a ride home after class. I decided to be a good girl and agreed to take him home even though his house was about half an hour round trip in the wrong direction for me. We chit chatted for the next few weeks on those car trips and became friends.

Ok, well I got through the summer, but I need to get to class in the present time. I guess this will be more of an installment series, which is fitting because Greg could write a whole book with the length of the story he gives on this topic. Sheesh. We'll get back to this soon!