"You're A Jerk."

I was sitting in the Southwestern Assemblies of God Library on what I can only imagine to be a night when pigs were filling the sky and it was cold outside due to hell being frozen over and all (I wasn't exactly a Rhodes scholar even back in those days) when who should wander in?

Enter: The Attorney General.

Unyet known as The Attorney General, of course, and more appropriately known as "doofus guy who needed to hello! cut his bangs and quit mack-daddying on every brunette on campus." Or at least that's what my friends and I called him.

Due to the fact that we were in a singing group together (we were cheezetastic!) and traveled with 10 other kids on the weekends all over the state, he and I knew each other relatively well. For instance...he knew me as the girl who sat behind him on the bus and constantly stuck my stinky feet in between the seats and I knew him as the baritone with the heavy bangs and cheap taste in women.

Anywhoo...

So it was on this particular night, at said library, when he wanders in, seemingly scans the room for brunettes, and considering all the brunettes had dates and the chubby blond in the corner didn't - he made his way over to me.

The yellow sticky note he dropped on my book said, "What are YOU doing here? You actually study?"

My reply was, "You're a jerk."

And I meant every word of it.

His next sticky note said, "Wanna get out of here?"

My reply? "Desperately. But not with you."

Did I mean it? No.
Did he persist? Yep.
Am I glad he did? Ohhh yeah.

Fifteen years later I am thrilled he did.

Happy Anniversary mack-daddy. I love you.