That’s right, I made this fucking story a trilogy. All the best games and movies are trilogies, and this IS the best story of my life. Just like games and movies though, you might want to read part 1 and part 2 before the EPIC conclusion.
It was time for Renaissance Festival. I was so excited about drinking mead to my heart’s content and not having to worry about driving, it didn’t click that:
A. This really good looking dude was picking my dumb ass up.
B. I was single.
C. So was he.
Nah, I was more concerned with drinking and NOT driving.
He picked me up. We talked about video games; there was a friendly debate on imperials and dark elves in our respective adventures in Skyrim. He was excited for Mass Effect 3, and I was looking forward to the new World of Warcraft expansion. We talked heavy metal music, concerts, and guitars.
It was a fun day! He ran into some of his friends, I ran into some of mine. He bought a couple of beers, I bought a couple of beers. We caught some shows, bought useless crap we didn’t need, and that was the end of it. He dropped me off at my place, and we hugged. He drives off. I had a good day with a friend.
It was about 3am later that night I woke myself up and realized I started having a crush on him.
I tried really…REALLY hard to not like him, given that at this point, the on/off previous fling had PROPOSED to the girl he left me for.
It was about a month of wrestling with myself, trying to get the nerve to shoot a text. A simple, “hey.” That’s all it took, right?
I hadn’t heard from him at all since we went to Renaissance festival together, so I figured he really did see me as a wingwoman, not HIS woman. Oh well.
“Hey! Sorry I haven’t reached out to you, this month is the busiest time at my job. Wanna grab some drinks?”
We set a time and a place. I tried styling my hair every which way, put on and took off different shades of lipstick and eye makeup. My gracefulness and ladylike charm is unfortunately below the average female standard; I looked and felt ridiculous no matter what I did.
I finally took a deep breath. He’ll just have to accept that I’m a giant ball of awkward. If he runs screaming the other way, I’ll just move on to the next one.
We met at the bar, ordered some beers, and it was chill again. It was just like Renaissance festival where it was just…easy. Comfortable, even. Things got a little deeper, but not too deep; favorite video games topics, books, movies, and bands. Talking about everything with him came so natural.
He walked to my car. There was an awkward shyness in the air between us. I was thinking about kissing him…and thinking about how it might be weird. Maybe he should lead? No, don’t wait…Yes, wait…
I looked into his eyes. He looked into mine. We both leaned in at the same time and kissed. It was mutual perfection. All the worries of life melted away at that moment.
Later that night, I was tucked away into bed, staring at the ceiling. Not in a bad way though; it was more of a reflection of the night’s events. I told myself to let things run its course; if it didn’t work out with this guy, it’ll be fine. If things do work out…well now, aren’t you glad you took the chance then?
Three jobs (for him), two jobs (for me), two music festivals, a family vacation to New Jersey, a pet hamster, an OBSCENE amount of video games bought, played, movies watched, concerts attended, pizza eaten, and an apartment in the span of four and a half years, we are here.
I would end this with a happily ever after. But there’s so much for us left to learn and explore together, happily ever after makes me feel like it’s, “the end.” We are from the end. Here’s to us living life together, making life better for each other, being AWESOME because of each other.