See the way I met you was rather normal, but the way we started dating, that’s another story. One I cannot wait to tell my Grandchildren … if I ever have any. I met you in kickboxing and from the first day I had a thing for you. Too bad I was stuck in a burnt out relationship waiting to end. Back then I didn’t know what I wanted. Well, unless it was class time. That’s when I wanted to you be my partner. WOW you were so hot and could do all the kicks and flips and showed off in front of all of the class. I gave you my number being the flirt that I am, and always will be. I was hoping you would call me, I just wanted your attention that’s all.
Almost two years went by and I had long ago broken up with the lame boyfriend I had and was just going from one guy to the next … not cause I was lonely but because most of them were losers and I was on a search for a boyfriend … not just any boyfriend. I would go on dates with the random dudes and we would always go to the local outdoor mall and you happened to always be working when I went there. God, whenever I saw you I wish the guys I was with would drop dead so I could stare at you and say, “HEY IM SINGLE!” I knew we had a connection cause every time I came in, you would smile so BIG at me and kinda stop what you were doing. That always made me want to stop in and see if you were working.
On my sisters birthday we stopped by the block and I was secretly hoping you were there because I hadn’t seen you in a while, plus I was looking good that night. I walked up to Starbucks and there you were, so I went over. Hey Marcel. We talked briefly before I had to go on to our next stop. He wasn’t acting his normal happy self, maybe he was having a bad night. He didn’t ask for my number either so I was kinda bummed. Oh well, I went on with my night just thinking why didn’t I walk back to him and get his number from him.
The next week I was hanging out with my mom and her phone rang. When she answered she said “no this is the wrong number” to whomever it was. She told me it was a guy who said his name was Marcel and she told him he had the wrong number cause she had no idea who he was. Wait did you say Marcel???? The Marcel I’ve been dreaming about all this time? That’s what I was thinking in my head. I took the phone and called him back when he answered he sounded a bit confused. And I said, “hey its me from the other night and Kickboxing remember?” And, he seemed a bit in shock and replied, “yes, yes.” He then explained that he was trying to call his friends girlfriend who has the same name as me. So strange he had no idea that my number was in his phone from over 2 years ago when I gave it to him in kickboxing. We talked for about an hour on the phone and planned to meet up later that week. I love telling the story of how we met and met again 2 years later.
