Well, sometimes this site is the pits.
I was going to post this really long and wonderful post about how much I loved Heather and the night that we first met, but then, the site decided not to save the draft and when I reset my laptop it wasn’t here when I returned. I’m now going to try my best to recreate what I had just written, but if it doesn’t turn out as well as it did the first time, I apologize.
It was a drunken, blurry night. Post-breakup Caleb was looking for someone to throw himself against and quickly pass out next to afterwards. While quickly “browning-out” at a local house party, Heather and her two roommates/friends walked in. She wasn’t someone that most would notice immediately, the shorter of the three girls, dark brown hair, glasses, but these were all things that drew my eyes in her direction as they still do today. As more of the night passed by, I made my attempt at conversation with her as she sat at the edge of a couch. To my surprise, she was not repulsed by my “fratty” look and dorky demeanor but instead, continued the conversation. We went on and on about our mutual love for cats, drinking, and video games. (Which I would learn much later that her “knowledge” of Banjo-Kazooie was a well placed lie to continue what was already falling into place.) I could not take my eyes off of this brown-haired intellect as she drove home this feeling of want that I was gaining. A want for her, for someone driven and passionate about her own life, someone who relied on no one. I wanted, needed to learn more and more about her. As the night drained on and more people began to diverge towards their respective beds, I took one major shot in the dark by asking if Heather would like to come back to my place for a lesson in modern anime. (Soul Eater was the choice of the evening) I know, I know, you’re thinking, “Netflix and Chill, Caleb, really?” But hey, it landed me with a yes and we proceeded to have a fantastic evening. I woke up the next morning wanting nothing more than to spend the rest of the day with her and she (I would find out much later that she didn’t remember my name) told me that she had things to do that day. I promised her a lunch date, she passed off her phone number, and the rest has become nothing short of a once in a lifetime romance.
Every day, I get to wake up next to the woman of my dreams. Every day is filled with laughter and levity pitted against the anger and hate of the outside world. Who knew that I would do enough right at this point in my life to end up with a beautiful, intelligent woman from California who by all accounts should be with someone much smarter than myself. I’m sure that she’s going to read this at some point and hate me for being so sappy, but that’s what she signed up for when she chose me as her person.
I know I can’t be the only person lucky enough to have met someone like Heather, so please, if you have a story to tell be sure to leave a comment below. Also, be sure to find me out there in the social mediaverse to see all of the dorky and cute photos that Heather and I post. I’ll be back next time (hopefully) with some answered questions from the team at Archive 81 and if not, I’ll be sure to post a fantastic review in it’s place!
Stay lovely folks