The Lamest Meet Cute

We met at the ‘Young Inventors Fair’, a city wide showcase for students to show off their ingenuity and creativity. How I got invited still bewilders me to this day.

I was standing there, next to my “invention” which was nothing more than a sweatband hot glued to the inside of a hat. That’s it. You can imagine my surprise when I got the invite.

Anyways, back to the story.

I was standing in front of my “invention” and out of the corner of my eye I see a girl with her friends walking my way, or at least, going to pass me by. She was “hottest” girl I had seen at this event, bar none. So in order to look “cool” I leaned against the table, and gave her that “sup” head nod and gave a soft smile.

Smooth as molasses.

She looked at me, then turned to her friends and started laughing. I couldn’t tell if she was laughing at me, or if she was laughing because I noticed her. Probably the latter, but either way, she at least noticed him.

From that moment forward, I would spend the rest of that day just trying to get close to her.

We would somehow end up in the same group, touring the campus of Kettering University, where the fair was located. I couldn’t focus on anything. I could have cared less about engineering, or chemistry. All I cared about was that chemistry between her and myself.

Some real Casanova shit.

It took until after lunch, and into the rest of the afternoon when the lot of us went over to the Children’s museum. It was then that I was practically force to meet this girl.

Remember the aforementioned friends from a few paragraphs ago? Yeah, well, they jumped me essentially. They put me in an arm bar, and walked me through the building, past all the adults who did nothing, and over to where she was awaiting my arrival.

I’ll tell you what, that is not the look you want when meeting, who at time, was the “love of my life.”

She told them to release me, as if they had me chained. They released my arm, and threw me to the ground in front of her. She asked me my name, and I told her. I asked her for hers, and when she revealed it, it dawned on her me that her older brother was in the grade above me at school.

Then, I felt someone grab my neck and yell, “ask her out!”

Shocked, I quickly asked, “will you go out with me!?”

She smiled and nodded yes, then 30 minutes later she said “no. That it wouldn’t work out because we went to two totally different schools. That is, until we would meet again in 7th grade.

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