I'm glad someone finally asked! It was pretty romantic. I first met Bearbert when I was seventeen years old. I was taking the bus to meet my father at his work - he was taking me to buy my first car. While I was standing at the bus stop just up the hill from an intersection, I noticed this guy watching me from the corner at the bottom of the hill. It made me smile at first, and then a little uncomfortable. Then he started walking across the intersection towards the other side of the street - but the whole time he was walking he kept looking back at me and smiling. I thought it was kind of cute - although he didn't typically look like the type of guy that I was attracted to. He had long black hair past his shoulders, a torn black leather jacket, and had a 3-day growth on his beard. When he got to the opposite corner of the intersection, he just leaned against the building and watched me - flirting with me with the sexy look in his eyes and his sweet little grin. I couldn't help but smile back and at the same time. I kept thinking to myself "what a silly guy for standing there and staring at me like that!" Well then, he started walking back across the intersection to the same side of the street as I was on! I kept thinking "Oh my god! Why is he coming back over here! Where is my bus! Oh my god, why did I smile at him!" Needless to say - my bus didn't get to me before he did. We talked briefly, small talk about where I was going, etc. And then he asked if he could call me and we could go out sometime. I don't know what possessed me to give him my telephone number - it was so out of my character to give my number to a guy I didn't even know at all. Looking back I believe it was some type of fate - like we made a connection without really understanding it at the time. Anyways, my bus came along and he went his way, and I went to buy my car. Within a couple of days he called and we made plans to go for coffee. I had my car then, and so I was to pick him up at his brother's home where he was living at the time, and we would go out from there. The date was set. Unfortunately, there was a mix up in the address he gave me. I spent an hour and a half trying to find the address on 10th Street that I later found out was actually on 10th Avenue! Thinking that I had been stood up, I decided to go back home and forget about persuing this date. And since I didn't have his number, there wasn't much I could do anyways. I carried on with my friends as usual - going out, meeting lots of new people, and having fun.
FOUR MONTHS LATER..........I get this phone call, from a guy, and the first thing he says is "guess who this is?" Well, during the past four months I had met a lot of new people, and a lot of guys, so I started naming all of the guys that I could think of. By the time I named the fifth or sixth guy I knew, he interrupted by saying "maybe it wasn't such a good idea that I called". He finally tells me that he's the guy that I met at the
bus stop, and asks me why I stood him up on our date! (To this day we still disagree as to whose mistake this really was.) By this time he had his own place and we did get together for coffee. In only 2 short weeks we had fallen so deeply in love with each that it scared the both of us - especially since we were both still quite young. Within 3 months he asked me to hydra with him - and after 9 months I finally said "yes".
TLDR:
What he said in #182, but I like my version better.