37. The day I met my husband in a college acting class. Our first class ice breaker was to walk around, and every time the professor said stop we had to stare into the eyes of the person closest to us.
We did this for 5 rounds. Guess who I had to stare at all 5 times?
We somehow got partnered up for our final acting scene despite not picking each other. We practiced for a few weeks and got to know each other and started going on dates after that. By the time we finished the class we were all over each other.
38. The scene: a shitty three story house with a sinking floor supported by a makeshift pillar in the basement. Every surface is sticky.
I’m in the back, taking a break from my friends in the midst of a small party. I love them deeply but also really wanted everyone to just sort of disappear for a little while. You know, how you usually feel on a Friday night that feels exactly like the last two dozen Friday nights.
I needed someone to complain to about how much I hated everyone else at the party at that moment. Saw a cute redhead I vaguely remembered from one class and was drunk enough to launch into a little rant without much of an introduction. Turns out she need to rant too.
