Something In the Way, She Knows...
Alright - I'm going to start this by saying that I don't believe in soul-mates. I don't think anyone has "one true love".
I do, however, believe that there is at least one person for everyone on the planet.
And I think, with almost no traces of doubt, that I've found one of the people that meet this description in reference to myself.
I've actually known her since I was in 4th grade (I am now 23, going on 24 in December). I had been in a play that her mother was directing, and to make a long story short her older sister was my first girlfriend. We didn't date for very long, and I ended up not seeing her or her sister (or anyone in her family) for several years. A friend of mine in high school went to her church, so I would see her from time to time when I went there to visit him. I remember thinking to myself that she was pretty cute.
After graduating high school, I took a year off.
After this year of general debauchery, I began employment at my local library. While working there, I would sometimes see this girl walk in who looked very familiar. She was absolutely beautiful, and I had the wonderful advantage of finding out someone's name when I checked books out to them or signed them in to use the public access computers.
Lo and behold, the little sister of my first girlfriend had grown up to become a knockout beauty. I'm talking a perfect 10. We would talk a little bit now and then while she was at the library, and that was that.
A little while after terminating my employment at the library, I happened across this beautiful girl and her mother at a Wal-Mart near my house. I found out the reason I hadn't seen her in a while was because she was an exchange student in Brazil for a year. We talked for a little while, and then I didn't see her again for quite some time.
Then, out of the blue, she got ahold of me on myspace. We started talking a little bit, and I found out that we both had a lot in common. I also found out that not only is she drop dead gorgeous, but she has a head on her shoulders and can carry on a conversation on just about anything with little or no effort.
So, after a few months of exchanging messages, I asked her if she would like to go to a concert with me (it was soilwork, mnemic, darkest hour, and threat signal). I wasn't sure how she felt about heavy metal, but she seemed pretty enthusiastic about going.
She and a freind of mine from way back ended up going to the concert with me, and I personally had a very good time.
We also went out to dinner twice (once with her sister - had a blast, and once with some freinds of hers - a lot of fun, and I met some really cool people to boot) and to the movies, and to tell you the truth I ejoyed the drive to and from the movies as much as I enjoyed the film itself.
So basically what I'm saying here is that every time I spent time with this girl, I realised that I wanted to spend more time with her. Every time I talked to her, I couldn't wait to speak to her again.
Then one day, when I was visiting her before I went to work, something that she had said before popped into my head. She mentioned that she didn't like it when guys just tried to kiss her, and preferred that they ask. So I did just that. She got this big grin on her face and asked me, "now?" and told me this would be rather inappropriate (long story short - it would have, but I couldn't resist asking her).
I think it might be in rather bad taste to go into specifics with this, but lets just say the next time I went to visit her was absolutley fantastic.
We started dating on 3/2/2007 - and the months following this have been some of the happiest that I can remember.