The first time I saw him he was sitting on a stool, sort of leaning his 6′ 4″ hulking football player body forward with his elbows on his knees behind the customer service desk at Family Fare.
His hat was pulled down low almost covering his piercing blue eyes. And he gave me the obligatory dude head nod when our mutual friend, a fellow football teammate of his, introduced us.
I fell hard. Right there. In Family Fare.
No one noticed. It went undetected, but something in my heart leaped into my throat and stayed there.
He was everything that I found dreamy as an 17-year old.
He was tall, muscular and athletic, but he wasn’t a typical jock. There was something dark and mysterious about him. Maybe it was the long sideburns and the chin scruff. What 16-year old could do that?
Maybe it was his way of using as few words as possible.
Maybe it was the adventure of trying to find just the right thing that would make him smile…or better, laugh.
I annoyed him. Everything about me was the opposite of what he was. I was loud, silly, and somewhat obnoxious. I liked to be the center of attention. He was none of these things. If he said something, everyone was quiet because what he was saying must be important if he would break from his silent code.
I don’t know how it happened. I guess the circumstances were just right. It was almost two years later. There was alcohol. And friends. And laughing.
Somehow we kissed.
And I couldn’t get it out of my mind.
What should we do about this?
I don’t know.
Should we just see what happens?
So what just happened? Five years of my life building toward an eternity and amounting to nothing.
But before that?
Sweet stolen kisses on a beach.
Opposites drawn together regardless of opinion.
Laughter and tears. But mostly laughter.