aimee....
It happened right around Christmastime, like in a movie or something. We were in a student club together and I had to meet up with him to approve an idea he had for the following semester. It was finals week at ASU and I had just turned in a 50 page paper and felt so relieved that my biggest project was completed. We met up and after a few minutes our discussion turned from event planning to details about our personal life, continuing to chat for over a half hour despite the fact that he was already running late for a study group. I was smiling and felt giddy, at the time I couldn't tell if it was the huge to do so recently crossed off my list or him. Right after we parted ways I realized it was him that was making my greasy pony tail, lack of makeup, and baggy sorority sweatshirt feel like a million bucks. On my walk to the light rail to return home I caught my reflection in one of the huge windows on campus and I distinctly remember thinking "damn, I really liked him".
Lucky for me my scary 7:30 am class appearance hadn't scared him away. Less than 12 hours later he had invited me to grab a drink with him and some friends. Little did I know that conveniently all his friends were unable to make it. 10 pm at the local bar turned into 2 am at Filiberto's. After dropping me back off from what I refer to as the first date I was (happily) tricked into, I hoped and wished and prayed he would call me again.
and he did.
