Hello everyone. James here, to fill in the gaps of our love story. My lovely wife spilled out her heart to you all and told the story of us on her last post...and that's all fun and sweet, but here's what really happened...
It all started on Halloween night [insert evil laugh in the background]. Now I absolutely love Halloween, so this actually makes the story just a little bit more special to me. Surprisingly, I had nothing planned for that evening though; no crazy shenanigans, no trick or treating dressed as Cat Woman, not even a gore-fest movie night. Lucky for me though, I received a call from a buddy trying to get me to come to this party. Now, just so you know, I am horrible with crowds and mingling with people I don't know, so flying solo to some shindig without backup was pretty gutsy of me. Shoot, I didn't even have a costume. So on came probably the most random assortment of retro clothes I could find in the closet. When I get there, I'm already almost regretting leaving my comfort zone, but just a moment after, the most glorious thing happened. I'm greeted by an angel...or tooth fairy, or whatever the heck this was. Seriously, kinda hard to tell, but she was wearing all black and had black wings to top it off. My friend, Willy, introduced me to the few people right there and I'll never forget the words to come out of this beautiful, dark tooth fairy of death...she said "Hi, nice to meet you". Wow, I mean trumpets were playing, quire was singing, and the whole world seemed to stop in that moment for a while. Then just like that, she left the house. I was stunned at how I just encountered the most beautiful creature on Earth and then have her vanish as if it was some sick mind trick. Come to find out later that night, she did infact really exsist and her name was Michelle.
Skip ahead maybe 2 weeks and you'd probably find me on Myspace doing something stupid or trying to figure out which pics make me look most emo and cool with the whopping 10 photo maximum at the time. I must have been looking gooood cause I received a random message from a random young lady. The message read, "Impressive movie selection". Now of course I know my list of favorite movies was impressive - wait, this was that angel that walked in and out of my life just a couple of weeks prior. She didn't know who I was or that we "met" before where she took my breath away. She just saw a cute guy on Myspace and couldn't help but make contact some how. So we wrote each other a few times, but I was too timid to really try to take things anywhere.
Another couple weeks later there's another party at that same house, but this time it's a going away party for Willy. I'm just getting off work at der Wienerschnitzel and it's got to be after 10pm when I'm just hearing about this. I've got to say bye at least. So I head straight over there dressed like a bum and smelling like kraut dogs, who cares. As I walk up, SHE walks out, "No, not again!", I think to myself as it looks like she about to walk out of my life forever again. We caught glances and she says, "Hey, you're that guy from Myspace, huh?". HA, I got her! I can't let her get away this time! Luckily though, she was just grabbing something from outside. The rest of that night consisted of me trying to keep a conversation going, but shyness really got the best of me. Michelle was very nice and gave me the grace of still being interested in hanging out. I learned a lot that night - we have a pretty big group of mutual friends, although we never knew of each other; She is not very good at ping pong, but can still pretend she's having fun doing it; and I am honored to hold the bathroom door closed while she pees because the door doesn't exactly stay shut on its own.
It's wasn't very long after that when we made a plan to hang out on maybe a "date" thing. Santanas Mexican Food. After both of us waiting for the other for about about 30 minutes in our own cars parked on opposite sides of the building, we finally figure it out and meet inside for a shared plate of pollo asada chips. I'm nervous as heck and just praying I don't look like a dork. Michelle, of course, is great and carrying along the conversation nicely. We meet up with friends downtown for a while and we all do our best to act ridiculous. This is where Michelle and I have our first picture taken together.
Of course nobody told me we were taking a goofy picture. I don't know why I'm so serious in this, though. My nerves must have me frozen in boring face mode.
After that you could probably call us inseparable. Just a couple of kids madly in love.