Photography: Steven Michael Photo
Hello all, K here. Kaitlyn has asked me to take over today’s post (deep breathe). I feel incredibly honored… and a bit nervous. I was very excited to jump on Kait & ko. and get to throw in some words of my own, then I was given the subject: how we met. Now let me preface why something like this would make me, ‘Mr. Outgoing’, a little timid. I’m quite the open person, minus my feelings. I can easily be very inward with my emotions. It’s just a trait I have to work on, but do not worry, Kaitlyn and my family always remind me!
Back on subject. How we met is an emotional subject for me. I’m not sure if I was naturally a romantic or the countless chick flicks my sister had me watch with her growing up did it. Either way, I’ve always been quite emotionally involved in a crush. It had been a little over a year since my second church camp girlfriend had dumped me (tragic, I know). I was no longer interested in the heart warming romance of girl; a worn out shell of a man. Mind you this was high school, my emotional dramatization may have been disproportionate, but hey that’s the beauty of young love; it is always over blown. I remember the first time I saw Kaitlyn. Now, I don’t mean the first time I saw her, we cross paths with people many times before we SEE them with our eyes and heart. It was a pep rally, amongst a group of cheerleaders was the prettiest smile I had somehow never seen. Come to find out, Kaitlyn just had her braces removed and that big smile— hook, line, and sinker— had my attention. Her eyes squinting smiled just as wholeheartedly. That silly, stupid flutter feeling I hadn’t had in some time, hit me. Without question I had to know her name. Of course, the Junior section sat in the upper side bleachers, too far to read the name stitched on her cheerleading skirt. Great, now what? I decided to pursue the next varsity event the cheerleaders would be at: a basketball game. I went to that game solely to figure out her name and nothing else. I figured it out, then did absolutely nothing.
My issue is when ever I really liked a girl I did nothing about it. I was always way too choked up, it felt like my throat was in knot any time I had a passing chance to say something. A few week later I went to a friend’s house party. It was Saturday night, with quite a hefty crowd of high schoolers. To my surprise, Kaitlyn and her friends showed up. It was my chance; I had to make some sort of contact that night! I meandered throughout the house, making small talk with others, nervously trying to make an approach. After lots of eye contact, I worked myself right up to her. More nervous than necessary I introduced myself. She smiled with that smile and introduced herself as well. My first gesture? “I’ve always thought you’ve had pretty teeth!” After a little awkward laugh and smile we exchanged a few more sentences, none of which I can remember, and I excused myself. I felt like such a fool, certainly I ruined it. Fast forward a bit, she’s leaving, out the door. Rushing, I quickly bolted for the door to see them walking towards their car. I shouted for her. She turned around and stopped. I quickly ran through the snow, no shoes mind you, right to her. I looked her dead in the eye and said “I forgot to tell you something….” And without even finishing the sentence leaned in and kissed her. She was shocked rightfully, as was I. Then we both somehow relaxed and kissed. We stepped back and locked eyes. A simple exchange of soft good byes is what we left on. I was in awe, in love, and bolted with energy. I frantically began texting anyone who might know her for her number. Finally a mutual friend shared it with me and I wasted no time sending her a hello message. The rest is history. That one crazy, uncalled for kiss, gave me the love of my life; my best friend.
Until next time,
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