I Met Him

These are my daydreams and my highest hopes for the romance in my future.

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I Think I Fell In Love

I met him at a coffee shop on a Sunday. I was sitting by myself in a corner booth, wearing my usual rock band tee and glasses, drinking a latte, and scribbling out lyrics in a ratty notebook. He came up and sat across from me. He looked incredibly attractive in his buttoned up flannel, a backpack in one hand, coffee in the other. "Would you mind some company?" He asked. He had such a wonderful smile, I couldn't say no. He quietly sat across from me, guiltlessly staring at me between sips of coffee and spouts of typing on his computer. "You know, a picture lasts longer." I said finally, smirking at him over my coffee. "Yeah, but it won't constantly change like you do." "Oh. How poetic." I replied, taken aback by his observation. "Well, it is kind of what I do." He said, turning his computer around so I could see the screen. A word document with typewriter font on it displayed a poem, titled I think I fell In love. "Can I read it?" I asked timidly. "Can I read it to you?" I nodded, blushing. I think I fell in love today, It was a girl across the way. I think I fell in love today, In at least a thousand ways. I fell in love with a million freckles And deep deep blue eyes I fell in love with a rock band tshirt And the way she looks surprised I fell in love with a scrunched up nose And how she set me on fire I fell in love with some messy hair And how you could tell she was a crier I fell in love with a crooked smile And the way she drank her coffee I fell in love with her blushing cheeks And how her laugh caught me I fell in love with a girl today. And I hope she fell in love too. I fell in love with a girl today, You should know that it's you. And the rest... Is history.

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Pretty Bird

I met him on a random sidewalk on campus. I was off in my own world, I'll admit. I had headphones in and my music up, mouthing the words and dancing like I wasn't just walking to my dorm in a very public place. I was walking on the curb, my arms out and flailing. I was starting to get more off balance than was preferred but all of a sudden there were strong hands on my waist. Once I was balanced, I turned around to see quite the handsome face smiling at me. He reached up and pulled my over-ear-headphones down from my head. "Are you aware that you can't fly, pretty bird?" He said with a smirk. "What do you mean I can't fly?" I said, putting my hands over his, still on my waist. "Well, you know, all the prettiest birds can't fly. Like peacocks." He meant well, but I couldn't help but laugh. "You know that the prettier birds are usually male right?" I giggled and smirked. "Is that a compliment I hear, pretty bird?" Since when did I get so close to him? "Maybe." "Well maybe if it was, I'd have the guts to ask you on a date." "Well maybe if you got the guts to ask me on a date I would say yes." "Well, pretty bird, will you go on a date with me?" He smirked again. Oh, he's cute. "Uh, no." I feigned seriousness, watching confusion cloud his handsome features. "What do you mean?" "I'm kidding! Of course I'll go out with you!" And the rest was history.

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Friendly Football

I met him at a football game, my only one of the year. I rarely attend sports events because of my low knowledge of them but my roommate had encouraged me profusely to go. We sat in the student section, cheering at all the right times and standing up often to yell encouragement. I, being the funny person I am, promptly yelled things such as "yay football" and "get a home run" etc. It wasn't long before I attracted some attention. Some quite attractive attention. "You do know that a home run is a baseball term right?" Says the cute boy sitting on the other side of me. I grinned in response. "Sure do. SPORTS! YAY!" I smiled and turned back to my roommate, giggling a little bit. "Do you understand a single thing happening down there?" He leans over again. He was smiling but also far too serious for my liking. I leaned in close and couldn't suppress my glee as I whispered," Oh, don't you know? We're at a football game. It's like a super intense version of monkey in the middle." He shook his head and eagerly proceeded to explain everything that happened throughout the rest of the game. At the end, I was almost sad to part ways with this strange boy. "So, thanks for teaching me all about football!" I grinned and punched his shoulder. "You're very welcome. Coming to the next game?" He was walking awful close to me. "If I do, will you sit with me again?" I asked back, looking up at him hopefully and inching closer. "It's a date." He winks and takes my hand. And the rest is history!

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If I was Famous//Boy Bands

I met him in the music studio. But everyone knew who he was, I mean, he was in a boy band. I had just been signed to the music label recently and my album had taken off. My upcoming tour was in the works and I was practicing a ton. I went in one day to talk with my agent and producer and when I walked in, there they were. I thought I'd walked into the wrong meeting, but my producer and agent assured me I was correct. "You're in the right place! We were waiting for you." I started to apologize. "Oh, it's fine! Our agent has us places early all the time because we are usually running late!" One of the boys said. The one on the end was staring at me quite consistently. "Oh, good." I said, awkwardly standing in the doorway before being told to sit and be comfortable. "We wanted to announce to both of you at the same time. You're going on tour together!" The boys immediately came and tackled me into a giant group bear hug. I can't complain about it either! "This is going to be so much fun!" They all yell. Oh, it's going to be something. The tour was quite something indeed, full or awkward moments, small crushes, and so much laughter it was ridiculous. The boys and I became quite close by the end. And then there was him. One of the boys had taken quite the liking to me, and I can't say I didn't return his feelings four fold! One day we were hanging out watching a movie in his apartment when he paused it and looked me in the eyes. "Wait here." He says urgently, getting up and disappearing down the hall. "I mean it! Don't move!" I held up my hands in protest but sat still, curious. Before I knew it he was back, guitar in hand. Then the sweetest lyrics dripped from his lips and the melody was the only thing I ever wanted to hear ever again. He sang with all his soul, breaking and putting my heart together at the same time. It was a love song written from the same words my own soul sang. When he finished all I could do was sit there and giggle. He grinned and took a deep breath. "So." He says, sitting next to me. "So." I say, turning my head to look in his eyes. "I love you." He says softly, gently. "I love you." I say, but the words had hardly gotten out of my mouth when his lips crashed on mine; and the rest is history.

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Study Buddies

I met him in class. Everyone else avoided him, he stuck out like a sore thumb- clad in leather and attitude. And of course who gets him as a lab partner- yours truly. I wasn't intimidated though, he was wearing a foo fighters t-shirt. As they were a favorite band of mine, I was intrigued by him instantly. "So, do you have any idea what he was talking about?" He says in a deep, gravely voice as he leans towards me, referring to our professor with a heavy accent. "I was hoping you would." I say, sending him a sideways smile. "This should be an adventure then." He grinned. We continued in our adventurous labs, never knowing quite what we were doing. We laughed together and studied often, probably more often than really necessary. One day we were leaving the library when he put his arm around my shoulders, pulling me into him as we braced ourselves against the cold fall air. Naturally, I laughed and leaned into him more. "Why are you laughing at you goofball?" He grins at me. "You." I say, giggling almost uncontrollably now. "Me? Or how much i care about you?" He says, stopping on the curb near where his motorcycle was parked. Of course he had a motorcycle. "You care about me?" I ask, staring at my feet rather than at him. He put his fingers under my chin and lifted my face to look into his eyes. He grinned and laughed. "Yeah. I do." I must have looked surprised because he laughed again. "I do. Wanna go for a ride?" He hands me a helmet. I took it. And the rest is history.

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Love Written on Coffee Cups

I met him at a coffee shop in the city, bustling with hipsters and college students like myself. I ordered my coffee and he, the barista, winked at me as he made my latte. He kept stealing glances at me, which were unnoticed by myself but very much noticed by my friend. When I picked up my cup at the counter there was, rather predictably, sharpie covering the sides. Even Da Vinci couldn't paint you Steven Hawking can't explain you Rosetta Stone could not translate you I'm at a loss for words -Weezer Lyrics followed by a phone number, his name, and a smiley face. It was, ironically, my favorite song too. I smiled and showed my friend, who insisted I call the number. But I smirked and threw the cup away. The next time we went to the coffee shop (it was a frequent dwelling place for us) he was working as the barista again. He stole glances at me and smirked to himself. My usual latte came with more sharpie scrawls: You're my Cinderella and we're two birds of a feather. I'll even sing to you a Capella you're so hella good lookin' tonight. -Daughtry Again, lyrics followed by the number and a winky face. My friend nudged me and persistently brought up the subject over the next few days before we returned to the coffee shop. It became a normal routine, he and I. I would come in and order my normal lavender latte, he would write beautiful lyrics (Taylor swift, Ingrid michaelson, and Ed Sheeran all made appearances as well) on my cups, I would smile and he would smile. Then i would sit down and later, on his break, he would come and sit with me. We talked and talked. I often wanted to keep the phone number on my cups... But I never did. Then one day, I took my usual cup, covered in sweet lyrics and his phone number, and sat in my usual spot to sit down and do my homework. I must have zoned in because I ended up being there until closing time. I looked up to see him sitting across from me, all the lights dimmed except the one above us. "I won't stop, you know. I'll keep pursuing you." He says. "I know." I say, grinning to myself as he smiles at me softly. "But it would be nice to know if it's futile. If you just see me as a friend say so, and then take my number so we can hang out away from where I work. Okay?" He was more timid this time, hurt by my apathy. I nod and take a deep breath. "And what if I see you as more than a friend?" I ask, smirking. "Well, then this will be my new favorite adventure." He says, taking my hand. And like they say, the rest is history.

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Friendly Dancing

I met him through a friend. We were introduced at the place where I swing dance every Thursday night and my friend walks up and takes my hand, putting it in the hand of a guy he was dragging behind him. “This is —–, dance with him.” He said. So we danced. And his friend was better than he was. We practically danced the night away. “So, you’re a music major right?” This guy asks. “Sure am. How could you tell?” I laughed, was it obvious somehow? “Well if the passion in your eyes hadn’t given you away, our friend certainly did give me the low down on you.” “The low down huh? What’d he tell you?” “That you’re beautiful, obviously true. That you’re a music major at bethel university. That you’re an incredible dancer. That you have the best laugh and cutest smile. Not to mention the freckles and jokes.” “Ah yes my jokes” I said, laughing. “He read a few off of your Facebook. You’re hilarious.” “I like to think so!” “I think if I hung around you enough I’d know what true joy is. Wanna go for a walk?” And like they say, the rest is history.

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Flour or flowers?

I met him through swing dancing in the cities, but I didn’t fall for him until one afternoon he invited me to go home with him for the weekend. We were friends and I wanted to show off that learned how to bake some incredibly good chocolate chip cookies the past summer. He was sitting at the counter, watching me and talking with me while I went about making the cookies. Sooner or later that wasn’t enough and he wanted to help. Apparently help is code for throw flour at you because in the span of a few minutes we were both covered in flour and sitting on the ground. We laughed until we cried. Then I looked at that smile, and the rest is history.

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Falling For Him

I met him while I was moving into my sophomore dorm at the beginning of fall. I was moving in early, not expecting many faces but there was a surprising amount of people around. I was laughing with my brother, meandering down the staircase to get another load of my stuff when I fell down a flight of steps and into his laundry basket. Literally. You'd like to think I'm kidding, but I'm not. He was carrying up a laundry basket partially filled with clothes and sheets (clean, hopefully). I had tripped and if not for him then would have likely gotten injured on my first day back at college. "Falling for me already are we?" He said, laughing and flashing a smile. Yes, he was still holding me in this basket. "Well I just couldn't resist." I replied. It was like a movie. Since when was I so smooth? My brother stared at me like I was a creature in a zoo. "Nor I" he replies,"where may I drop you off?" He laughs, but gently. Not at me, but with me. "Here is fine." I giggle and am quite confident my face is as red as the keds on my feet. "Or all the way down the stairs if you're strong enough." Taunts my brother, speaking up. "Is that a man challenge?" He inquires. I notice a slight stubble on his chin. My brother just laughs. "Challenge accepted." He says, carrying me in a laundry basket down two flights of stairs. Like they say, the rest is history.

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Working hard or Hardly working?

I met him at a non profit where I was an intern. We had a big event that day so I was being sent running in every imaginable direction, naturally. He was a sound engineer brought on in the venue, doing a sound check when i walked up. "Do you have all of the cues for tonight?" I ask, all business. "I believe i do. What i don't have is your name. Are you authorized to be here, miss?" He looked up from his dashboard and the lights lit up his face from below. I simply held up the badge that hung from a lanyard around my neck. "Oh, yes. You showed me." He laughs, putting up his hands in defeat. I laughed and started to walk away. "I can show you something." He says, grabbing my hand. "And what's that Aladdin?" "Only if you promise not to fall in love with me." He smirks. And the rest, is history.

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Chapel Crushes

I met him while sitting in the great hall, waiting for chapel to start and for my friend who normally sits with me to show up. I was cold and sick, feeling like crap with a head cold and a throat that felt like it was being ripped apart. As I sat there holding my tea to my chest, attempting to take all of its warmth he came up and asked if the seat next to me was taken. "No, not yet." I said. He grinned and sat down. He noticed my shirt (a red long sleeve that was too big for me, sporting the logo of caribou coffee). "Do you work at caribou?" He asks, turning his whole body to look at me and ask. "No, but I get that question at least five times when I wear this shirt." I laugh, finding the situation much funnier than it actually is. He smiled and leaned back into his seat, satisfied apparently. He then asked what was in the caribou to go cup I was holding. I explained that it was herbal tea, to help my throat. He nodded and sat back again. "Would you please go on a date with me this weekend?" He asks, suddenly leaning towards me again, smiling sheepishly. "I just met you. I don't even know your name." I blushed and laughed. And blushed some more. "All the more reason to get to know each other." He grinned again. Like they say, the rest is history.

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Library Lovin'

I met him during one of my shifts at the library. I was pulling books to send to different schools, I worked for the inter-library-loan department. There was a book I needed on the top shelf and I was on my tiptoes. "This one?" A voice says, a hand snatching the book from my reaching fingers. I turn and see him still holding the book out of my reach. "Yes, thank you." I say, holding out my hand. "Oh that's not the way it works." He says, smirking. Oh dear, please don't let him be a pervert. "Oh really? How does it work then?" "I give you this book nicely and you let me take you out for a nice date. Or you can reach it all on your own, your choice." Another smirk. Kinda cute. "How tall are you?" I ask, the book dangling above his head. "Let's save the small talk questions for dinner shall we?" Again with the smirking. "Oh who said anything about dinner? I'm just trying to do my job." I smirked in return. Ha, take that Dimples. "And I'm just trying to get a chance to get to know a beautiful girl. Plus, you work in a library so you probably love books and have cute quirks, like the way you scrunched your nose just now. Adorable." Smirk. Genuine smile. Dash of nervousness. Hold on the book falters. I reached up, an inch or so from the book. I raised to my tiptoes and grabbed the book, looking him straight in the eye and smirking the whole time,"Pick me up at 5:30. I'll be at Royal Grounds wearing a pretty dress and heels." I spun on my heel and walked away. He must have showed up super early, because I arrived 5 minutes early and he was sitting there in a nice shirt and khakis, holding a small bouquet of spring-y flowers. And the rest is history.

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Stairwell Smiles

I met him in a stairwell. I covered him and the papers he was carrying in my hot chai latte. I wasn't looking where I was going when I turned the corner and bam! There he was. "I am so sorry!" I'm close to tears I felt so bad. "It's fine, I'm okay. Just let me buy you a new one." He smirks, shaking his shirt as if it would dry it off. "No you don't need to do that! You're the one I spilled on. Oh all your papers and stuff!" I was extremely distressed. I overlooked how flirty he was being. "They'll be fine. Let me buy you a new one. Is it chai tea that I smell?" He tosses the papers in the nearest trash can and smiles at me. "Yes... But I don't need another one, it's fine!" I'm still flustered, especially upon noticing how attractive this guy is. "I don't care if it's fine or not, either let me buy you another chai or go out with me for dinner this weekend. Or both is alright too." He smiles genuinely and holds out his hand. So I took it, and as they say- the rest is history.