How I met your father (part 2)

"You're nothing short of my everything." -Ralph Block

In walked Mr B. All 6 foot 4 inches of him. He's the kind of guy that you notice when he enters a room. Probably because he's so tall he almost brushes the top of the doorway. But, maybe, just maybe, it's also because he has this aura about him that draws others in. He's comfortable in his own skin, he's confident with his own ideas, and he isn't afraid to just be who he is.

When Mr B walked in, I noticed. I introduced myself. I batted my eyelashes. I tried to make small talk. He was just.not.interested. to put it lightly. At the time I thought it was because he was an arrogant jerk. (mature, right?) I found out many months later that it was because he had a girlfriend. (now I think it is kind of awesome that he ignored me)

That night I went home and called everyone who was at A's house with me in an effort to track down Mr B's phone number. I think I called 4 or 5 people before someone gave in and told me his phone number. I had never been the kind of girl to call the boy first. Like, ever. But what they don't tell you is that when you find your soul mate it is nearly impossible to let them just walk out your life. So, I took charge. I called him.

It went something like this...

Ring, Ring.

Uh, hello?

Hi. I don't know if you remember me or not but we met the other night at A's house?....

(long pause........)

We did? (pause) Oh, wait. OK, I think I remember you. The girl in the pink sweatshirt.

Yeah (nervous giggle) That was me.