First Impression

Through four years of college, I admired him from afar. Well, maybe not all four years, but I definitely had heard during my junior year that, "The hot hockey goalie was gone for a whole semester traveling abroad." So I knew he existed, and never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I would end up marrying him. We all know the type. Unbelievably attractive, and oh-so untouchable. How in the world would I ever break through his many admirers? And if luck would have it, if he actually did show any interest in me and I was offered a date, how would I ever keep him? I would always be worried about other girls hitting on him and more bold girls propositioning him. Why would I want to deal with that? Though, I did find it fun to daydream about being held in his strong muscular arms, running my slender fingers through his short brown-hair, and even smooshing my fingers into his deeply defined dimples that only showed when he smiled. His chiseled body was easy to recognize from the tight t-shirts he wore, and his confident stride appeared steady yet incrediably laid back. Almost as if he was an approachable guy. Yet, I had never seen him with any girls. Yes, I had seen girls giggle and prance around in his presence, but I never saw him take as much interest in the female population as they did to him. This fact unequivocally proved that he had very high standards, and I was sure I was not going to be the acception. Even though I knew my futute would never align with his, I still found the courage to stop staring at my feet everytime I walked by him, and instead, look him straight in the eye, smile and say "Hello." This exchange went on my entire senior year. For some odd reason, we would always be crossing paths at about 9:15 every morning. I didn't think much of it. He always smiled back and replied with a quick "Hello" that made my stomach excitedly flip, but that's all it was. My one, innocent way to try to break through all the clutter and get his attention was based on three seconds. Three seconds that neither exposed my all-too-obvious lust for him nor my honest intentions to try to get to know him. I would never have the courage to say more than, "Hi," but I was okay with that. However, little to my knowledge or my constant love scheming, on February 1, 2006, my heart began it truest journey.