Exactly 9 years ago (-1 Day because I’m late, like usual) I ran into an acquaintance in the lobby of my dorm. Let’s call him Ron. He was there for a intra-dorm pool party and we chatted for a few minutes and then moved onto to our separate groups of friends and the various scheduled programing.
One of the events was a “date auction” where 5 girls and 5 guys lined up and the participates shouted their bids. First the guys (average price around $5) then the girls (average price $8 thus proving girls are worth more than guys) and finally it was my turn.
The bidding boiled down to two guys. A blonde stranger and Ron. $10, $12, $14, the bidding ticked higher. $15, $15.50, $15.75 and all of the sudden, we had a winner! The blond guy won and I was the most expensive date of the night (Hey, we were in college people! That’s 4 meals at Taco Bell).
A secret that I only recently confessed: I wanted Ron to win. I was slightly acquainted with him although not actually attracted to him. I knew at least that he probably wasn’t a serial killer. But that’s ok. I moved on. Besides, the blonde dude was seriously cute! I was willing to take the risk that he might kidnap me and take me to a secluded cabin in the woods where he would … wait, hang on, I just confused reality with random dreams about romance novels. Back to my story.
I exchanged AOL screen names with the handsome, blonde stranger (because that’s how really cool college communicate) and we went on our first date a few nights later.
After 4 years, he proposed and I’m pretty sure I said yes eventually. It took me awhile because I busy showing all of the surrounding strangers my gorgeous ring. What can I say, he has good taste!
The rest is history. Happy Anniversary Darling!