Derek and I have two different stories of how we met. He denies my version exists. Which, is TOTALLY wrong. I always tell Derek that I have valid proof of meeting him in my story, but he still denies it. Freak.
Anyways, we met at a bonfire. A cold, March night. March 20, 2009 to be exact. I had recently gone through a really hard break-up, some friends invited me to a bonfire with a BUNCH of people I didn't really know. So, naturally, I was trying to meet people. That's when I saw Derek. Stripped hooded sweatshirt, nerdy glasses, and Vans. My type of guy. So, I approached him slowly. I didn't want to be a TOTAL creep. We ended up in arms distance of each other. Okay, this was my chance. So, I tried to think of something that would start a conversation..."Hey.. I like your shoes." He muttered a "..thanks" and walked away. LAME. So, I moved on, and I spent most of the night chatting with a fellow, and ended up going on a couple dates with him. Even though I was hanging with this other guy, I still remembered Derek....and he just happened to live with the other guy. BONUS!
Anyways, the next weekend a friend & I went to the movies with these boys. In the car, since we were BANNED from having our DQ inside the theater, I told Stephanie "I really want to date Derek...." So, I made my move. I sat by him during the movie, and that's where HE thinks we met. Oh so wrong Mr. Smith. Oh. So. Wrong.