As I approach one year of dating Allison, especially over Super Bowl weekend (you'll understand more on that soon), I find myself laughing at all the interesting and amazing ways she and I even managed to become an item.
I'll start with January 2, 2012, which is the day we met. We know this because I have a note in my iPod about the book she was reading, she has a note in her iPhone about a book I suggested to her. We figured that out one day after February 5, 2012. Why? Well, because from January 3 until Super Bowl Sunday of last year, Allison didn't talk to me.
Why didn't she talk to me?
I defiled her book.
The same book that attracted her to me to begin with.
Let me explain: Allie is to books like Eric is to technology ... she loves her books. And my 'defiling' of her book was me writing my name and number on a piece of paper (not part of the book) and slipping it between the pages while she was in the bathroom. Harmless, no?
As it turns out, no, it wasn't harmless.
She said she found it the next morning while reading in the tub. It fell out of her book. She was hot pissed I touched her book, and proceeded to tear up my name and number, say something along the lines of "Forget that guy" and then gave me the cold shoulder every time she saw me after that. In fact, I got the back of her head for most of the night when we were celebrating a mutual friend's birthday smack dab in the middle that stretch of 34 days, January 19th for the 32nd Annual Davidus Celebration. Completely ignored me, right up until the night of February 5, 2012, the Super Bowl between the New York Football Giants and New England Patriots.
I wanted to watch the game, but didn't want to watch it alone, so I went down the road to Austintown, Ohio's most diverse meeting place and watering hole, Bill's Place, to watch the game. I haven't counted seats, but I'm guessing there are probably 50 seats at the bar. Bar is a rectangle, all four sides have flat-screens, so it's easy to watch the game from darn near any seat at the bar.
The only problem: There was one seat left at the bar when I got there.
Next to Allison.
Who I was pretty sure hated me, for reasons I didn't know, or understand.
But I walked up, and said hi and asked if it was okay if I sat there because there was no other seat at the bar. None.
"If you have to," she said, with a disgusted look.
I sat down, told her that if her friend showed up, I'd give up the seat.
And that's how it was right up until about the middle of the first quarter where my series of witty quips must have broken through the fortress around her books I had built up by defiling her Compendium of The Walking Dead a little over a month prior.
Ten days later we kissed. It was the day after Valentine's Day.
Four days was our first 'real' date ... and it's been all great since then. I just make sure to ask permission before touching her books now!
So yeah, it's a good thing she likes football, otherwise she might not have ever talked to me again.
Love you, Allie :*