Freshman year of college. I had a boyfriend throughout my Senior year of high school. He was a year behind me in school. After I graduated he had to move with his family to Mississippi. I had no idea when I would see him again. I really thought I loved him, but we left things where we could date other people.
I did meet someone. He and I were hanging out most days, talking and getting to know each other. He was very nice. He even came home with me one weekend. Sadly, I just wasn't feeling the sparks. And, even more sadly, he is the one who introduced me to Dan. Ah yes, my Dan ... (sigh).
It was very hard for me to call things off with my Mississippi guy and move on to a new guy, and one day in my dorm room I was despairing over the situation. I remember sort of lying on the floor in my dorm talking to my suite-mate Jessica (who remains a dear friend today) about the situation and not knowing what to do. Then through my open window up on the 2nd floor I hear a voice call my name. It caught me off guard and when I went to the window I looked down and saw Dan. My first thought was, "Oh, now that's nice ..." I literally was stopped in my tracks. I stopped despairing, quickly found clothes to throw on over my leggings and shirt that were not wearable in the world outside my dorm room, and I ran downstairs to meet my Dan. Of course, he wasn't mine then, but he is now :)
I had found a sweatshirt and a pair of flannel boxer shorts (remember when it was somehow fashionable to wear boxers as shorts?) to throw on over myleggings and shirt that was too short to wear with leggings, both black by the way. I remember this because Dan and I then had a conversation about all the different shades of black in my thrown together outfit. We still laugh about it. I had lots of laundry to do at the time though so my choices were limited!
He had come to return my markers from the day we carved pumpkins with our friends. He was heading to work at the video store and stopped in on his way. We chatted for a while. I was a missions major at the time and during this conversation he mentioned he was interested in missions (points scored!). He didn't know I was a missions major. It was just a lovely conversation. We really laughed and joked a lot, mainly about my outfit. But, I will never forget the moment I saw him outside my window. He made everything else go away. From that point on I couldn't stop thinking about him, and it was only a matter of time before I had to let the other guys go.