I remember our first date. It was 10 pm on a Saturday. Brenna was the Editor in Chief of our college newspaper and I was an assistant editor. Like most weekends, we were stuck in the office working, except this night was different. There were only three of us in the office that night, and we were complaining about how we were all workaholic losers with no social life. Up to this point Brenna and I hadn't really talked all that much, but that night was different.
We quickly got bored of working, so we took our rolling chairs out in the hallway and had a race. I almost hit a statue and died, and she almost flipped over when she ran over a crack in the floor. Later as we were both leaving the office, we continued talking as we walked to our cars. As we approached Brenna's car, she seemed to be acting a little strange. We stopped in front of the car and talked for a few more minutes.
"I'm probably just going to go home, shower, and hang out the rest of the night," she casually mentioned. "Ok, well goodnight. I'll see you on Monday," I said, and then walked away. As I was driving home, a thought occurred to me: She was probably waiting for me to ask her out. I got home and sat on my couch thinking about how stupidly oblivious I was... After an extended internal debate, I decided it was now or never.
"Hey! I'm an idiot. Are you doing anything tonight?" "Yeah you are, and I was just about to call you." So I picked her up and we decided to drive to Denny's. As we were driving, Brenna decided to be Brenna and say a bunch of outlandish and scandalous things to gauge my reaction. Her intent was to scare me away, but little did she know the whole time I was thinking, "I am so attracted to this girl right now."
And the rest is history...
August 27, 2011
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