I was chatting with a friend today about relationship history and whatnot, and I told the story of when I first knew I was in love with Meg. I thought it was a good one, so here goes:
I had been dating Erin Hopkins for a week, maybe two. I was in dress rehearsals for a production of Howard Korder's Boys' Life, and Meg was our sound board operator. She was also very close friends with Erin. One night before rehearsal Meg walked in and told me that Erin said hi. I responded by telling her that I had called Erin just moments before and left her a voicemail to say I was thinking of her. I will never forget Meg's response.
"Awe, how--" She started off with a very soft, girly-girl tone and facial expression that said the next word would be "cute." You know, "Awe, how cute." Like that. On the last word the face and tone abruptly changed and she actually said "Awe, how disgusting." I was mildly irritated, but I could tell she was just kidding.
My car situation then was the same as it is now: I don't have one. So every night some member of the cast or crew gave me a ride home. This particular night my usual rides couldn't take me for one reason or another. Meg overheard me asking people for rides and offered.
The drive from campus to my apartment was only about fifteen minutes, but it was a fifteen minutes jam-packed with interesting conversation. She was smart, funny, and could dish out the sarcasm just as good as me. I was intrigued... When we pulled up to my building I wanted to invite her up, but then I remembered Erin. Damn damn damn. Oh well. Maybe the chemistry is only in my head. So, I let her go.
The next night I didn't even have to look for a ride, Meg offered again. This time something happened that will be forever burned into my memory. We were stopped at the light at Rural & Southern when some jackass pulled up next to the driver's side. He started cat-calling at Meg and making kissy faces and the usual neanderthal male behavior.
I don't remember which one of us was talking at that moment, but the conversation tried to continue despite Captain Moron's attempts at wooing Meg. Finally, it got to be too much for her.
"Excuse me a sec." she said as she calmly rolled down the window. When it was down the guy stopped hooting in anticipation of whatever Meg was going to say.
"F**K OFF!!"
To the other guy it looked like a punch had struck him instead of words. Just then the light turned green and we were off.
It was right there. That was the moment that I knew she was the girl of my dreams. That incident made her not only smart, funny, and fun to talk to, but also she had balls! Big ones!
This time when we got to my building I didn't hesitate. I invited her up and she sat on my couch talking with me until damn near sunrise, and then she slept over. We kissed a couple times, but nothing more. Not until after I fixed one little loose end.
Shortly after that I told Erin the truth, and that was that. She was really hurt at first, but after seeing the string of guys she dated after me, we quickly figured out that her and I would have been a terrible match anyway. She liked guys that treated her like crap, and messed with her head constantly. She would've been bored with me in maybe two more weeks.
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