Five years ago today (also on a Thursday, might I add) Brian and I hung out together for the very first time. For those of you who don’t know how we met/got together, let me sum it up by saying that I very shamelessly bribed him to attend my sorority’s philanthropy event with the promise of a free dinner at the Chi Omega house. He was more or less a stranger at the time, as I had only met him once or twice on the A&M campus bus a few weeks prior. So I’d say it was a pretty bold move to invite him to eat dinner with me knowing we would have an audience of 42 of my sorority sisters. I was either desperate or just feeling a little courageous—you be the judge.
So anyway, he joined me at the Chi O house for enchiladas (I gave him the menu for dinner for the week and that was the meal he chose). I took my normal seat at the head of the table next to the House Mom (because when you are a die-hard House girl, that’s how you roll), and Brian sat to my right. I don’t remember the meal very well, but I do remember introducing Brian as an Australian exchange student to a few of the girls, and I do remember that he went right along with it, complete with an accent and stories about kangaroos. I knew then that I had met my match as far as a strange sense of humor goes.
We were pretty much inseparable for the next couple of weeks, “studying” for finals together and staying up chatting WAY past my bed time on IM (I was such a rebel in those days), and driving around College Station looking for things to do. At one point we drove all the way to Navasota—listening to Christmas music all the way—for no particular reason, only to turn around and come back home. I guess we were just looking for an excuse to hang out, and the fraternity and sorority houses weren’t exactly the ideal setting for getting to know one another.
Anyway, sparing you the mushy details of our getting-to-know-you days, we had our first date just 12 days later on December 16th, 2003, and the rest, as they say, is history. I never would have thought, as we sat eating our enchiladas 5 years ago tonight, that we would be eating dinner together alone in our own house 5 years later. Crazy!
So thanks, Brian, for sticking with me for these past 5 years, and please forgive me that tonight we will be eating Lean Pockets in celebration instead of enchiladas :o)
Oh, and here's another fun tidbit: whenever you had a guest over for dinner at the Chi O house, you were supposed to pay $6 for their meal. So that night, rule-follower that I was/am, I wrote the House Mom a check for $6. Well she kept forgetting to cash it and finally just gave it back to me... and I kept it for some unknown reason. So now I have a little memento (I hate that word) to remember our first dinner together!