In December 2009, my best friend Jenna and I walked into Chipotle for a late dinner. I had just gotten out of dance rehearsal and had my hair in French braids, and was wearing black tights with green and white polkadot boxers under them (suuuuuper cute). Needless to say, after four hours of straight dancing, I was not looking my best. But at least I had makeup on, right? Moving on...
Matt says he remembers being in line behind us and noticing us right away. I, however, remember sitting down at the table with Jenna and looking over to the table next to us and seeing a guy I knew from high school, Trevor, sit down by near us. He was with a really tall, cute blonde guy. Now, while Trevor is very nice, he was not someone that Jenna and I had any intention of going over and talking to. I recognized his friend (Matt!) from high school- We had a lot of the same friends but he was a grade behind me so we never really talked much. Plus, the whole French braid and tights thing…
Next thing I know, Trevor pulled up a chair at our table and brought his Corona with him. Matt reluctantly joined him and sat down by me. He told us that he worked at the movie theater, and I told him I wanted to see Avatar for free. I was so into him that my brain was already turning on how I could get this kid my number. After a few minutes, they left, and Trevor took his Corona with him. Yes, to the parking lot. Jenna and I looked at each other and said "what is this, Vegas?" It was a memorable moment.
As soon as they left, I told Jenna I wanted to try and see what could happen with Matt. The next day I was babysitting in an area of Fairfield that didn't have very good cell service. I found Matt on Facebook and sent him a message saying something supersmooth like "hey can you get me into avatar for free, here's my number." What I didn't know was that because of the bad service, the message never went through. The next day I had a message from Matt saying something along the same lines, with his number. Both of us thought we had made the first move. Thank God for the Internet.
We texted here and there for the next six months. I saw a few different people during that time, Matt dated someone for a few weeks at one point, and he was living in Sacramento for school. Every time he came into Fairfield, which was pretty much every other weekend, he would text me an invite me to hang out at one of his friends apartment. Because I didn't know any of the people I always politely declined. Something always told me it just wasn't the right time.
On June 11, 2010, I was in another show. I decided to have an after party for closing weekend, and guess who happened to let me know he was in town? The party ended up getting pretty big and I looked at Matt's name in my phone. Because I was always more comfortable on my own turf, I texted him and asked him to come over. He did right away and brought Trevor with him.We clicked immediately. And when I say immediately I mean like, we were holding hands within 10 minutes. It was so awesome. We hung out until 6 AM, when Trevor finally begged Matt to go home (lol whoops).
The next day, I wasn't sure how to approach the situation. We didn't know each other super well, but I already knew I wanted him to be my boyfriend. We had taken a picture together the night before so I texted it to Matt to test the waters. He sent me one back that said something along the lines of "we make a really cute couple." I was elated. I was headed to Vegas the next day, but he was on my mind the entire time. As soon as I got back he came into town and took me on our date. We had a couple of chipotle dates following that, and on June 25, I decided to bring him out with all of my friends to a lovely bar called Thompsons. I remember wearing a line green dress, my grandmothers belt, and dying for him to ask me to be his girlfriend. Just after midnight on June 26, he did, right in the middle of the dance floor at Thompsons, and it changed my life forever.
Happy three year anniversary to the person I plan to spend the rest of my life with, and the father of the people this blog was made for.
