Monday, August 18, 2014

Love Story, Part 1

It should be common knowledge that when you don't know what to write about- the default should always be your love story.

Thanks for the nudge.

I always resort to the "love at first sight"-type retelling of this story but it's not entirely true. When we met met, it was at one of my best friend's birthday dinners. I could not keep my eyes off of him which was problematic because he was said best friend whose birthday it was's date. Not anyone's cup of tea.

He was 21. He had a beard, he drank black coffee (I hadn't met a soul who drank their coffee black yet. So chic for my 21 year old self), he smoked (double chic, health hazards and all/I recognize these things are trivial), he was intellectual, he was witty and thoughtful, he was the so, so funny. He did weird, fascinating things. He had a pair of pants altered into slight high-waters like Wes Anderson after watching the documentary at the end of The Royal Tenenbaums Criterion Collection DVD. He ran summer mission trips in downtown L.A. and he would sneak off from the group every time they went to Santa Monica to sit in a book shop and stare at an illustrated cover of The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe because he loved the drawing. He wanted to move to Seattle and be a bike messenger after college like Puck from Real World, San Francisco. He was tall and striking and oddly independent. One night we went to a concert with some friends and he said he would take the bus home. It was close to midnight and at least an hour trip back to downtown. I don't think he even knew what lines were still running and I don't think he cared. He would ride subways all over Los Angeles. He would go to record shops and coffee shops alone. I had never lived that way or experienced anyone that had. I'd lived in Los Angeles my whole life and this guy was a pnw exotic import, I am telling you. He owned a pair of these(which I thought was so bizarre). I couldn't get my mind off of him.


But back to the time we first met. And the problematic dating situation. See, my friend had been telling me about this guy she met for a month or two at this point and I realized (after that fateful night at the birthday dinner) that I had met him. She had introduced us after our college group at church one night weeks before. And our encounter had been total forgettable. The only stand-out piece of information I can recall from that night was that he said (he says he didn't but he did...) "Your name is Blind??"
 -___-

And all he can recall from that night was that I was wearing a FULL SWEATSUIT.

(WHICH I WASN'T)

So, we met.

Your name is blind. She's wearing sweats, top to bottom. That's it. No attraction, no interest. Nothing.

Isn't that the bizarre thing about timing? I met my husband that night at the church. I met him. We both encountered the person we would marry and have multiple children with and brush our teeth next to, and it had zero impact on us both. And then,  a month or so later I saw him in the restaurant and he was IT. All it took was one other night and I'd probably have married him on the spot. On top of the table at that restaurant. It was like that scene in a movie when all the voices fade to background music and the only laugh you hear is his. That was him and me that night. Palpable and obvious. (Marry me, I want to have your babies, etc)


I tried to get around him as often as possible in the next few weeks, which, thorn in my eyeball, was via my dear friend that also was into this guy. And of course I felt like a wretched terrible human being, but my whole goal was just to be near this person and have him be in my world. He had a few, close girl friends and he was so totally comfortable with aloneness that I was positive he saw me as a where have you been my whole life bud and nothing more. And that was equally heartbreaking and comforting, knowing I that wouldn't cross any weird boundaries with my girlfriend and there would be no breaking of hearts. I resolved to adore him quietly and that was that.


But we spend more and more time together that summer. He and my friend naturally drifted to a more platonic space in their relationship and we got together in groups often. Once we met at the beach and he grabbed my bare foot, which I though was incredibly forward and awesome. Once we annoyed all our friends because we got trapped in this weird personal joke that we could not stop role-playing the entire night. We even found ourselves alone once or twice and when that happened, we could never find the end to our conversation or our similarites. One day we wandered around downtown and sat on a bench near the cathedral. One night we stayed up super late drinking beer on a rock overlooking the ocean. And somewhere in there we started to talk on the phone a bit. One of those nights, after an emotionally charged viewing of Garden State (I know, I know, so many cliches) and after weeks of just stewing in the obvious romance we were both in the middle of, I got him on the phone and backed him into a corner a bit. I asked him what the magical thing was that separated the wheat from the chaff when it came to girls that were friends and girls that were not just friends, for him. He was quiet for a minute and said, "Attraction, I guess." And, being the ever forward girl that I was/am, and drawing all passion from that final airport scene in Garden State, I went ahead and put it all out there. (Thanks Zach + Natalie)

"Well, I am attracted to you so that makes this what?"

.
.
.
.
(Famous paiinnnnnful Kirby silence)
.
.
.
.
.

Whatever his response was, it wasn't direct. It was something like- yeah, I love hanging out with you and I like you and I'm excited to do it more and we have so much in common, I feel like we've been friends my whole life, etc. But there was no lightbulb moment or proposal like I had planned. And he flew off the next day to visit his family back home in Spokane.

A few days into the trip he called and said he had been thinking too hard about things and that he'd rather not talk until he was back home. He wanted to be all the way there, with his family and his friends, and I got that. But my dominant emotions were - ugh. ugh. ugh.

I was sure I had spoken too soon, and that also meant I had probably spoiled the friendship we had with weirdness and we would probably not recover and be as we were just days before. I felt stupid and pushy and silly assuming that maybe he would have been interested in me, too. You know, all that ugh. I felt it. And he was far away and in his other life now and I wondered how we would reconnect upon his return to L.A. Or if we would at all.

But a few days later he called.

And he asked me if maybe I could pick him up from the airport when he flew back into town a few days later.

(heart eyes emoji!!)


..... part two coming soon.

33 comments:

  1. keep going keep going keep going keep going!

    All the little details? The best! Keep 'em coming.

    ReplyDelete
  2. Oh but WHAT ABOUT THE BABIES? DID YOU HAVE ANY BABIES?!!!!

    (I love reading love stories I know the ending to.)

    ReplyDelete
  3. My favorite part: all he remembers is that i was wearing a full sweatsuit. sam says this was me, too. too funny

    ReplyDelete
  4. Cliffhanger!!!! And I thought waiting for Downton Abbey was hard!

    ReplyDelete
  5. Suh good, suh good!

    Signed,
    Dying for more in Illinois

    ReplyDelete
  6. Oh my goodness gracious! I love a good "How We Met". Can't wait for the rest.

    ReplyDelete
  7. BLIND??? HAHAHAHAHAHA I love this. I love it so much!!!

    ReplyDelete
  8. I love being a part of this story!! You and Kirby were meant to be together and I'm glad I got to help put you two in each other's paths. :) Love you, Blythie.

    ReplyDelete
  9. Very bold Blythe Hensley, very bold. (Good for you.)

    ReplyDelete
  10. NOOOOO, YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO US! *dies of suspense*

    Love, love it!

    ReplyDelete
  11. This is just too adorable. I laughed out loud at your first meeting. I want to read more but I'm handling the cliffhanger because I'm pretty sure I know how it ends. :)

    ReplyDelete
  12. This is giving me butterflies! (Hi there, btw, new reader here, loving this.)

    ReplyDelete
  13. This cliffhanger is killing me. I sure hope you're typing out the rest RIGHT NOW.

    ReplyDelete
  14. Wow. The perfect hook at the beginning, with him being your friend's date, and then the killer cliffhanger! Masterful.

    I was reading through your other comments and saw the one that said, "Gross" and then saw your reply and started laughing out loud. Is that for real??

    I can't wait to read the end of the story.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Haha! Yes! That's my mom. I still haven't gotten a handle on what her comment was all about.

      Delete
  15. Tomorrow is my 10th wedding anniversary so I'm feeling sappy and I need part two asap!
    P.S. Our husbands kind of look similar. Creeper city, I know and apologize.

    ReplyDelete
    Replies
    1. Aw! Happy anny!! I'm a creeper so I like you already;)

      Delete
  16. YOU'RE KILLING MEEE!!! Best/worst cliffhanger ever!!! I'm loving all the deets - please keep them coming and please write part two soon before George and I hyperventilate (your love story was his bed time story so you're pretty famous and right up there with Goodnight Moon)

    ReplyDelete
  17. give the people what they want! give us mooooooore!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    ReplyDelete
  18. New reader and I get this cliffhanger post....ahhh, the suspense!!! Can't wait for the next part!!! Oh and I love your moms comment above, soooo funny!!!

    ReplyDelete
  19. So sweet. I'm cracking up at the sandal link btw

    ReplyDelete
  20. Dinner time is as good a time as ever to catch up on this love saga that I've been saving to read for the middle of the night wakings. "and he grabbed my bare foot, which I though was incredibly forward and awesome." probably the most hilarious sentence I've read in a long time. Yay, onto the next ch!

    ReplyDelete