I love hearing how people met their partner. I had this friend in college who met his girlfriend on the subway. He was reading a book of poetry and looked up to see her reading the exact same book of poetry. They might have even been on the exact same poem. Which was probably a love poem. They smiled at each other and instantly fell in love. I’m not sure what happened to either of them, but I like to think they are still together somewhere in this world. And, that they read poetry to each other nightly.
It’s always so much fun to hear how people met. Actually that’s a lie, usually it’s so much fun to hear how people met, but sometimes it’s kind of boring. Like when people say something like “we met in college.” And I think, “Ugh. That’s so regular.”
Since I love these love stories so much I decided to link up with Momfessionals today to share how Rob and I met. So here we go…
We met in college. Ugh, that’s so regular. I know. Not exactly love and poetry on the subway. But, it’s our story so I guess I’ll just have to learn to live with it.
This is what I plan to tell my children until they are 45: It was the week of freshmen orientation. Through a long chain of events, I had been placed in a dorm room on the upperclassmen floor with upperclassmen roommates who had not moved in yet. I didn’t know anyone in the building, so I wandered down to the floor of a boy I went to high school with since he was the only person I knew. We played some video games in his dorm room with his nice new room mates. Later that night I met your dad when we were recruiting players for a tournament. The rest is history.
This is what really happened: It was the week of freshmen orientation. Through a long chain of events, I had been placed in a dorm room on the upperclassmen floor with upperclassmen roommates who had not moved in yet. I didn’t know anyone in the building, so I wandered down to the dorm room of a boy I went to high school with since he was the only person I knew. He and all of his nerdy art school room mates were drinking and playing Duck Hunt. Now I know you guys know that I’m not exactly a fan of first person shooter games. I’m the mean mom who doesn’t let my kids play and also announces this fact in front of my kid’s friends before every play date. But Duck Hunt man. Duck Hunt is different. Naturally I enrolled in the Duck Hunt tournament that evening. Now I’m no Jimmy Wood, but I did have two brothers so I can hold my own in a game of Duck Hunt. I can’t remember the stakes of the game. I’m pretty sure you had to take a shot every time you missed a duck. I don’t know if there was a real prize. Probably just the glory. The night went on. I think I probably missed a couple of ducks. Next thing I knew I had rounded up a few new friends to go door to door in search of Duck Hunt players for the tournament. I was looking for the best of the best man. And wa-la. I knocked on the door of dorm room 6C and found my husband. The rest is history. And also I can’t remember who won the Duck Hunt tournament but let’s just say it was me.