Since tomorrow will be the 15th anniversary of our first date, I thought I’d tell my readers a little about how Brian and I met.
In the summer of 2000, we were enrolled in the same chemistry class at Arizona State University. The class was only a month long, but we went Monday through Friday. I noticed him early on and thought he was very handsome. There was something about him to completely stood out to me.
He was focused (he sat in the front), he seemed to know everyone and was really flirty with all of the cute girls in his lab group. I had learned from a fellow classmate that he had gotten back in the fall from living in Argentina for two years and was on a fast track to dental school acceptance. I needed to make this boy mine.
I was too shy to speak to him, but I was always watching him. #stalker
His older brother Eric was a tutor for the class and put on tutoring sessions that I attended a couple times, and Brian was always there.
Towards the end of the class session, my crush was strong, yet still I had spoken no words to this boy and didn’t know his name.
Eric was holding a tutoring session for the final exam and when I walked in, there was an empty seat next to cute-boy. Yes! Still, I didn’t talk. I did drop my eraser, though. It fell right under my seat. I couldn’t see it. Then Brian said, “Don’t you just hate it when you drop your eraser right where you can’t see it.” Looking back, it was an immediate indicator of his personality- cheesy, funny, and willing say anything to put anyone at ease. I can’t remember what I said, but I’m sure it was awkward and I think I laughed an awkward laugh. Doh!
We took the final, class was over and my crush was still in full effect. I was bummed. ASU was so big- I was afraid I’d never see him again. My mom, who knew who he was because I had been talking about him for a month (the cute boy in chemistry class) reassured me I would see him again when school started. She also said, “but when you see him again, you have to talk!” I said I would.
August came and then the first day of school. I attended all of my academic classes and headed to my religion class, which was last. I open the door to the building, and just as the AC was blowing down on me, I spot one face. His. Right in front of me. It was a miracle. Mom was right.
He was waiting in line to register for a religion class. I said hi (I spoke!), walked over to him, and stood in the registration line with him. I can’t remember what we talked about, but I remember our chemistry class came up and then I asked him what religion class he was taking. I looked at his registration card. His name was Brian Harris.
That day, he ended up registering for my same religion class (even though he had a completely different one written on his registration card.) We sat together in the back of the class and talked and laughed.
I couldn’t wait to go home and call my mom. (She said, “I told you!”)
On Wednesday I saw him at class again and he asked me to go to the lake with him on Friday. That trip to the lake was our first date- it was August 25th. (A trip to the lake with his buddies counts as a date, right?) I had so much fun with him. He was really fun to be with and he was really good at doing crazy flips and tricks on the wakeboard. (I still am so confused as to why I agreed to go to the lake with him and a few of his guy friends. The only explanation I can come up with is that by that point I was so desperate to go out with him that I didn’t even care about the situation!)
After the date he practically kicked me out of his truck in front of my apartment while it was still moving. He didn’t have to say, but I knew it was because he had another date. I was bummed because I had so much fun!
The next morning at about 9:00am, the phone rang. My roommates and I were all asleep (duh- we were nineteen and it was a Saturday.) In my sleepy, just-woke-up haze I heard my roommate call, “Maury, it’s for you!” I picked up the phone, said hello, and heard in his chipper morning voice: “What are you doing today?”
Every once in a while, when the kids are screaming and climbing up the walls, we look over at each other, and smile and think the same thing, who’d have thought that 15 years later we would be here in this life that we’ve built.
That girl who spotted the cute boy in Chemistry- she would have.