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Sweet Summer Days…

The Story of When My Life Began

Many love stories start during the sweet summer.

Sweet summer days at the beach.

Sweet summer nights sitting by the camp fire.

Sweet summer evenings on the roof of your favorite fraternity house.

And after a long shift at the shoe store, a thousand years ago at a college far far away, I found myself walking to that fraternity house.

All of my sorority sisters were already there and I could hear them, but couldn't find them in the giant house.

So, I took my cute-green-tank-top-short-shorts-flip-flop-wearing-self upstairs.

Out the second floor window I saw a ladder leading to the roof. 

I chuckled to myself thinking...there is no way that I am climbing up that ladder.

My friends saw me leaning out the window and tried to coax me into to climbing up. 

It was tempting and I really did think about it, as I heard that sweet summer laughter, but decided that I would just wait until they all came down.

Then he peered over the edge.

My heart skipped a beat. 

I forgot how to breathe. 

Time stood still.

But still, fear kept me from climbing up the ladder. Instead, I waited and waited {and waited}.

Eventually, everyone made their way down and came inside to play some Foosball.

Then suddenly, as if disappearing before my eyes, my friends were nowhere to be seen... leaving me in the big party room with the guy who peered over the roof.

The music was deafeningly loud when “roof guy” came over and started talking to me.


“What?” I screamed, unexpectedly feeling very self-conscious of what I had picked to wear.

He started talking again.

“What?” I asked, scrunching up my face as if that would help me hear him better.

{Attractive, I’m sure}.

One more time he started talking.

Then the idea hit me….go turn down the music.

Funny thing is, on this sweet summer evening, he was just pretending to talk.

He wasn't saying anything at all… just moving his mouth, because he also knew the music was way too loud.

Right then and there, through my embarrassment, he made me laugh.  This guy was totally cool. 

Later, on that sweet summer evening, roof guy saved me from being humiliated by a totally uncool frat boy.

On that sweet summer evening, roof guy taught me how to play darts at my favorite bar, his favorite bar…our favorite bar.

On that sweet summer evening, I danced with my girls to the song “You’re the one that I want.” 

And I knew… I knew he was the one. 

I think it was love at first sight.

That was sixteen years ago.

And every year on these sweet summer days I think about meeting my roof guy and I laugh.

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