Whenever my boyfriend and I are asked how we met, we always laugh and say that he stalked me. But here's the full, very long, story (and the explanation of the stalking):
Second semester of our freshman year of college, my friend from down the hall (who later became my roommate and sorority sister) dragged me to tryouts for a musical, Bye Bye Birdie. I had never done any plays, but I thought it sounded fun, and since she was doing it, at least I would know someone there. Anyhoo, we go to tryouts, and we get parts in the musical, and so on and so on. We become really good friends with the cast, including the guy playing Hugo Peabody, G, who was also a freshman bio major, like me. We hung out a couple of times with everyone, but I didn't really think about him like that. However, G reeeeeaaally liked me (although I wasn't aware of it for quite awhile). With much encouragement from some of the guys in the show, G decides to call me. Of course, G is kind of a weird guy, and he decides to call me in the middle of the night. Here's how our first phone conversation went:
me (half-asleep): Huh?
G: Hi, it's G.
me (still not awake): Wha's up?
G: Uh...what are you doing?
me: I'm sleeping. Why are you calling?
G: Uh...sorry...uh...are you going to bio class tomorrow?
me: I was planning on it...
G: Uh, Ok, I'll see you then.
So then, I run down the hall and knock on my friend's door to tell her that G called me and I'm not quite sure what's going on. This whole scenario, with him calling me at random hours with nothing to say, happens at least 3 or 4 more times. Then, he starts walking my friend and I back to our dorm after play practice every night (he now defends this by saying he didn't want me to walk home alone...even though I clearly wasn't alone and our campus is super-safe). So, eventually some of the guys from the cast start telling me that G really likes me but he is too shy to do anything (which is funny, because G is really extroverted and loves being the center of attention). We started hanging out more as the show dates got closer, and for whatever reason, even though his previous behavior had totally freaked me out, I started kind of liking him, too. One night, me, G, and a couple of other friends were in my room watching movies, and our other friends start filtering out, leaving only me and G. We were sitting on my bed, watching the movie, and he starts tickling me (I know, very elementary school), and we end up laying on the bed with our faces right next to each other. We were staring at each other for what felt like forever, and I thought, "well, I don't think he's going to kiss me, so I might as well do it." So, I kissed him, and the rest, as they say is history.
We've been together for 6 years now, and hopefully our proposal story will be forthcoming very soon.
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