"How I Met Your 'Father'": My edition
After going through my blog again, I realized that I have more posts about the ex than John, and I feel kinda bad. John and I have lots of fun together, so much so that if I were to put it into writing, it will definitely take up a significant number of posts on my blog...which explains the lack of posts about him. I’ve also noticed that I tend to blog more when I’m emo than when I’m happy. And with him, I’m almost always happy, so there’s less incentive to blog. I partially blame Facebook as well, because these days it’s so much easier to update a status with a photo and a caption than to sit down and fully flesh out a whole blog post. That being said, I still think that he deserves at least a couple more posts now that we are going to get married!
To make up for the lack of blog posts, I think it’s worth dedicating a whole page about how John and I met. I was planning to post the story to my wedding website at first, but it will have to be much shorter because of the word limit. Thus, I will go all out (or as much as I can anyway) on this blog!
John and I met on my first day of class at UC Davis. In fact, it was my very first class at Davis...and a calculus discussion class no less (the best place for Asians to meet lol). I remember being quite anxious, so I put some makeup on, did my hair, and went to class early just in case I couldn’t find the classroom. Some other students probably had the same idea, because when I got there, there were a couple of students already there waiting outside of the classroom. Among them was a guy with tall spiky hair, dressed in black from head to toe. He was scrolling away on his phone in one hand, and was typing furiously on his black netbook with the other. Judging by how engrossed he was in his techy gadgets, I couldn’t decide if he was a geek, an emo (from his clothes), or a punk (from his hair and chain necklace).
When we walked into the classroom, I chose a front seat and so did he and a couple of the other guys who were early. He then eagerly introduced himself to everyone around him as “John” and began chatting away. Being the introvert that I am, I sat quietly in my chair and waited for the TA to arrive. The geek/emo/punk dude did glance in my direction every now and then as he was talking to others around me, but I just ignored him and everyone else. When the TA was a no-show, I just got up and left the classroom when the others were all still exchanging numbers and getting to know each other. Yeah, I’m such a socially awkward person...I know. LoL. Since then, I never showed up to that particular discussion class again.
Despite being in the same class, we never crossed paths during lecture until one fateful day. And when I say fateful, I mean two things. First, it was disastrous, but considering how we’re getting married, it was significant? Haha. Of all days, fate chose to have us meet again on one very unfortunate day that I had at Davis. There was a calculus midterm scheduled later in the week, so I was determined to attend the review session. On the day of the review, I woke up late from a nap after pulling an all-nighter, so I went to the closest cafeteria, shoved my brunch down as fast as I could, and rushed out the door. Just as I was on my way out, some girl spilled her full glass of Coca-Cola all over the floor, and I slipped hard, butt down, into the coke puddle. But you know what’s worse? Wearing white pants when you fall into a coke puddle. Coke splashed all over my body and stained my clothes. Some of the cafeteria ladies offered to take me to the hospital or at least to my dorm to change, but I turned them down and raced to the bus stop because I was late!
After getting off the bus, I ran to class as fast as my sore bum and legs could. I didn’t realize how bad the stains were until I walked into the classroom. I had large brown patches all over my bum, right thigh, and on my sweatshirt. Great….no turning back now…so I found myself a seat in an empty row, and put on my grumpiest face in hopes that no one would sit next to me. I was pretty successful until a guy walked up to my row and despite all the empty seats around me, chose to sit right next to me. I tried to hide the stains with my backpack, and shuffled in my seat so that the stains wouldn’t be as obvious. I also made a point not to interact with this person so he wouldn’t look my way. But right as class was about to start, I realized I had forgotten my pen. Noooooo! After coming all this way, no pen?! Not even a pencil? I don’t want to ask for a pencil from that dude….but I’ve already made it this far for the review….*sigh*
When I turned to ask for a pencil, I realized it was John who was sitting next to me. And to my surprise, he was already looking at me. I remember thinking to myself: Ahhhh...please don’t let him recognize me. Wait, I don’t have any makeup on and I have glasses and bummy hair. Good. Chances are he wouldn’t because no one else has recognized me in this state….
“Can I borrow a pencil?”
“Sure! Hey, aren’t you from my discussion class?”
Crap.
“My name is John, by the way.”
How?! We’ve only met once...with my full-blown makeup and hair!
“Yeah, I am. I’m Ariel. Thanks for the pencil.”
*Silence*
“Hey…are you good at calculus?”
“Um, yeah...I guess…” *looking at chalkboard intently*
“Well, what did you get on the first midterm?”
“Um, an ‘A’.” *Please stop badgering me with questions* (mind you I was still in a grumpy mood)
“Cool! So you can tutor me, right? What’s your number?”
“.........”
I don’t know what happened, but I guess I was so disoriented that day after the chain of events that I just gave out my number. After that, we pretty much got to know each other through the tutoring and study groups. There’s a lot more to the story of course, but I feel that this “first” meeting is usually what most people are interested in. Later on, most people just grow as friends and then, if we’re lucky, more than friends. I have to say that the main contributor to our friendship is our shared love and passion for food. I will post follow-ups in the future if I’m feeling it, but as of right now this post is long enough and should suffice.
Side note: As embarrassed as I was with the stained clothes and everything, I must say that I am very impressed that John was able to recognize me in my bummy state. I know this sounds quite stupid and unbelievable, but so many guys I’ve spoken to cannot recognize me when I’m in not in my made-up look. I admit that I do wear tons of makeup, but I’m still surprised by how easily men can be fooled. I am also quite disappointed to discover that these same men have treated me nicely when I met them with makeup on, and then borderline rude without. John, however, has treated me the same way, which is probably what caught my attention in the first place. Yay, for non-shallow people! That means he'll still love me if I'm fat right? *Eats ice cream* ;)
To make up for the lack of blog posts, I think it’s worth dedicating a whole page about how John and I met. I was planning to post the story to my wedding website at first, but it will have to be much shorter because of the word limit. Thus, I will go all out (or as much as I can anyway) on this blog!
John and I met on my first day of class at UC Davis. In fact, it was my very first class at Davis...and a calculus discussion class no less (the best place for Asians to meet lol). I remember being quite anxious, so I put some makeup on, did my hair, and went to class early just in case I couldn’t find the classroom. Some other students probably had the same idea, because when I got there, there were a couple of students already there waiting outside of the classroom. Among them was a guy with tall spiky hair, dressed in black from head to toe. He was scrolling away on his phone in one hand, and was typing furiously on his black netbook with the other. Judging by how engrossed he was in his techy gadgets, I couldn’t decide if he was a geek, an emo (from his clothes), or a punk (from his hair and chain necklace).
When we walked into the classroom, I chose a front seat and so did he and a couple of the other guys who were early. He then eagerly introduced himself to everyone around him as “John” and began chatting away. Being the introvert that I am, I sat quietly in my chair and waited for the TA to arrive. The geek/emo/punk dude did glance in my direction every now and then as he was talking to others around me, but I just ignored him and everyone else. When the TA was a no-show, I just got up and left the classroom when the others were all still exchanging numbers and getting to know each other. Yeah, I’m such a socially awkward person...I know. LoL. Since then, I never showed up to that particular discussion class again.
Despite being in the same class, we never crossed paths during lecture until one fateful day. And when I say fateful, I mean two things. First, it was disastrous, but considering how we’re getting married, it was significant? Haha. Of all days, fate chose to have us meet again on one very unfortunate day that I had at Davis. There was a calculus midterm scheduled later in the week, so I was determined to attend the review session. On the day of the review, I woke up late from a nap after pulling an all-nighter, so I went to the closest cafeteria, shoved my brunch down as fast as I could, and rushed out the door. Just as I was on my way out, some girl spilled her full glass of Coca-Cola all over the floor, and I slipped hard, butt down, into the coke puddle. But you know what’s worse? Wearing white pants when you fall into a coke puddle. Coke splashed all over my body and stained my clothes. Some of the cafeteria ladies offered to take me to the hospital or at least to my dorm to change, but I turned them down and raced to the bus stop because I was late!
After getting off the bus, I ran to class as fast as my sore bum and legs could. I didn’t realize how bad the stains were until I walked into the classroom. I had large brown patches all over my bum, right thigh, and on my sweatshirt. Great….no turning back now…so I found myself a seat in an empty row, and put on my grumpiest face in hopes that no one would sit next to me. I was pretty successful until a guy walked up to my row and despite all the empty seats around me, chose to sit right next to me. I tried to hide the stains with my backpack, and shuffled in my seat so that the stains wouldn’t be as obvious. I also made a point not to interact with this person so he wouldn’t look my way. But right as class was about to start, I realized I had forgotten my pen. Noooooo! After coming all this way, no pen?! Not even a pencil? I don’t want to ask for a pencil from that dude….but I’ve already made it this far for the review….*sigh*
When I turned to ask for a pencil, I realized it was John who was sitting next to me. And to my surprise, he was already looking at me. I remember thinking to myself: Ahhhh...please don’t let him recognize me. Wait, I don’t have any makeup on and I have glasses and bummy hair. Good. Chances are he wouldn’t because no one else has recognized me in this state….
“Can I borrow a pencil?”
“Sure! Hey, aren’t you from my discussion class?”
Crap.
“My name is John, by the way.”
How?! We’ve only met once...with my full-blown makeup and hair!
“Yeah, I am. I’m Ariel. Thanks for the pencil.”
*Silence*
“Hey…are you good at calculus?”
“Um, yeah...I guess…” *looking at chalkboard intently*
“Well, what did you get on the first midterm?”
“Um, an ‘A’.” *Please stop badgering me with questions* (mind you I was still in a grumpy mood)
“Cool! So you can tutor me, right? What’s your number?”
“.........”
I don’t know what happened, but I guess I was so disoriented that day after the chain of events that I just gave out my number. After that, we pretty much got to know each other through the tutoring and study groups. There’s a lot more to the story of course, but I feel that this “first” meeting is usually what most people are interested in. Later on, most people just grow as friends and then, if we’re lucky, more than friends. I have to say that the main contributor to our friendship is our shared love and passion for food. I will post follow-ups in the future if I’m feeling it, but as of right now this post is long enough and should suffice.
Side note: As embarrassed as I was with the stained clothes and everything, I must say that I am very impressed that John was able to recognize me in my bummy state. I know this sounds quite stupid and unbelievable, but so many guys I’ve spoken to cannot recognize me when I’m in not in my made-up look. I admit that I do wear tons of makeup, but I’m still surprised by how easily men can be fooled. I am also quite disappointed to discover that these same men have treated me nicely when I met them with makeup on, and then borderline rude without. John, however, has treated me the same way, which is probably what caught my attention in the first place. Yay, for non-shallow people! That means he'll still love me if I'm fat right? *Eats ice cream* ;)
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