Our Story ~ Part One

Our Story (as I remember it)

In 1993  I was attending community college, living at home with my family, and working three jobs to save money and pay for school. I was on track to finish community college, move on to a university and continue my degree in Political Science with hopes of eventually going to Law School and becoming a lobbyist in D.C.

My political science classes were filled with many others who had similar goals, but very different opinions. There was one particular person in my classes who was extremely outspoken in his opinions and unfortunately for me was a teacher’s pet.

So I sat in the back of these classes, dreaming of moving out, going to a big school, and ignoring the long-haired hippie that monopolized the class with his personal political beliefs. I just wanted an A and a diploma so I could move on.

One day in February I walked into class feeling particularly down. I had just broken up with my boyfriend and was having a little pity party for myself. Long-haired hippie asked what was wrong (I think this was the first time we had spoken to each other) so I told him and he replied that he had also just broken up with his girlfriend too. He then jokingly mentioned something about us going out to which I thought, not in a million years buddy, but on the outside smiled politely and busied myself in a book.

February passed and some time in March I missed a class where we had watched a movie. Since we had to write up a commentary about the movie for a grade I needed to find a way to watch the movie on my own. It just so happened that long-haired hippie owned this movie so he offered to let me come over and watch it one day after school.

I arrived at long-haired hippie’s apartment and knocked on the door. I was a bit nervous being a twenty-year old female, alone in an apartment complex, going to someone’s house that I only knew casually in class, and I thought was extremely weird. I waited at the door and knocked again.

The door finally swung open and standing there was a tall thin stranger with dark mangled hair and a crazed stare. I stared at the stranger thinking I was at the wrong apartment and he stared at me, sort of….

Dying to know what happens next? Read part two here and part three here.

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  1. I love hearing how we met stories. We have a wierd one too. Its great you can do this & show your kids how much yall love each other.

  2. Oooh….waiting on pins and needles here… I hope Part 2 is soon to follow.

  3. Aww ~ you’re leaving us hanging!! 🙂

  4. Can’t wait to read the rest of THIS one!! 🙂

  5. Oh man I am so hooked I am just dieing to know what happens next.

  6. How fun, thanks for sharing this. I’ve got the same thing going on in over at my blog in prep for our anniversary. Looking forward to hearing more! I love these stories.

  7. Ahhhh! I hate cliff hangers… lol. You’re a great writer. Can’t wait to hear the rest!

  8. Oh the suspense!! You are either brave or crazy, going to hippie guy’s house!

  9. It’s a cliff hanger…what’s going to happen?

  10. ohhh very interesting – can’t wait to hear the rest.

  11. Ok, this left me hanging so I had to subscribe so I’d know the end, lol.. Thanks for the fun. Swing by The IE Mommy to read my story!~

  12. I’m so glad you shared it! The world needs more love stories 😀

    I hope you have a wonderful Valentine’s with your sweetheart!

  13. What a fabulous story!!!!! My guy was a long haired, full beard, type of guy. Never wore jeans even in the snow. It was always shorts, wool socks and hiking boots. I should post a photo sometime. I was never going to marry this guy…..Can’t wait to hear the rest of the story.

  14. I haven’t read the rest of the story, but I’m giggling on the inside because I know how opposites attract.

  15. I read part two and part three – and that is not how I expected the story to end!
    Congratulations on 16 years!

  16. The Happier Husband says:

    Toni mentioned me giving my side of the story but her narrative is so well written that I’m inclined to let her story stand on its own. I remember some things quite differently than she does and have other recollections she didn’t capture. I’d like to tell my side because, I see it from a much more romantic perspective…

    I’ll talk to her and see what she wants to do.

    Happy Valentine’s Day.

    The Happier Husband

  17. I am a bit late in visiting via the SWAK carnival, but what a great post!

  18. I love that you have written out your story. I may have to steal this idea, you know, for posterity!


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