It all began in biology. A week into the start of the new trimester, a boy joined our class. He wore tight pants and had longer hair swooping over his face. Our teacher assigned him to the spot in front of me.
He didn’t talk much. We were in the same group for labs. He didn’t participate much either and never volunteered to write for our group.
He messaged me one evening after school on a screen name of a kid who I went to junior high with.
“Hi. This is Seth.”
Then it suddenly clicked. He was the shy, chubby kid who went to our junior high for a few months and mysteriously left halfway through the year. I only knew of him because he hung out with some boys I was friends with.
I couldn’t believe that he was the same person. He really turned into a cute guy. He grew up, thinned out and had great cheekbones. He had earrings in his ears and braces on his teeth.
I was intrigued.
He also had an older brother that was in a band, and my friend wanted to see them play. I agreed to go with and saw Seth at the show. I said hi to him, but he was with his girlfriend, so we didn’t talk much.
The trimester wrapped up and school was done for the summer. One night, I was at my friend’s house when Seth showed up. We talked for a while. He had great conversation skills and spoke highly of his family. I found out he played guitar and liked broccoli. That night, I began to develop a crush on him. We were both newly single and I was smitten.
One of the first times we hung out, we went to Vans Warped Tour, an outdoor concert, with a few friends. It was a hot summer day and I was nervous to be hanging out with my crush. I ended up sweating right through my top. Embarrassed that Seth would notice, I bought a new shirt to wear.
Apparently, my profuse sweating didn’t turn him off, and we continued to hang out that summer.
What I consider as our first date was an evening in late July. He came over to my house, shook hands with my dad and we sped off in my black Honda Civic.
We drove around our home town, with the warm summer wind blowing in our hair, listening to metal music. Eventually we stopped at a park and lay in the grass, staring up at the blue sky. I wanted him to kiss me so bad, but he didn’t. I didn’t know he if he liked me or not, but my heart was pounding and my palms were sweating. I really liked him.
A few nights later, he came over to my house and we shared our first kiss on my parent’s orange velour couch in the basement. (I am sure a lot of our friends had some of their first kisses on this couch. If you are one of them, you’d be happy to know it is still there.)
The rest was history. Who knew I would end up finding chemistry in biology and marrying the boy who sat in front of me.