The Day that I Met the Love of my Life

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I remember the exact day that I met the love of my life and it isn’t for the reasons that you would expect.

I don’t have a position on whether or not love at first sight exists.  I might have at one point, but that was back when I thought I knew a lot about love (which conversely was when I knew the least about it!).

If you’ve read some of my stories of 18/19 year old Brantley fumbling his way into disasters by believing that life is just like they say in the movies, you probably expect me to address the realism of the “Meet Cute” of romantic comedies.  For those who make better use of their time, in chick flicks the protagonists always meet through some adorable, candid, pure and magical circumstances.  The message is that their love has been adorned by destiny and that regardless of the challenges they will soon face, they will prevail because they are meant to be.  They’re soul mates.

Well here is my meet un-cute:

A few weeks into the second semester of college, I was indulging one of my more devastating vices.  I obsess over movie trailers.  As the type who always falls for the ones that will hurt me the most, I specifically obsess over incredibly constructed trailers for movies destined to disappoint.  Case in point:  I started looking forward to Spiderman 3 a full six months ahead of its theatrical release.  The teaser and eventually the trailer were the soundtrack of my senior year of high school as I watched it over and over again.  Those who have seen the film can very easily imagine my devastation at the midnight premier of that crap fest.  It was like looking forward to a visit from Santa for 365 days a year and then having him tumble down the chimney drunk and crass as he accidentally sets your Christmas tree on fire while making lewd gestures at your mother.

If the people that cut together movie trailers actually made the entire movie, we would be living in the new golden age of Hollywood.

Being the Lost fan that I was, the teaser for Cloverfield seduced the hell out of me (J.J. Abrams is the common thread between the two).  I watched it over and over again, watched video responses on YouTube (by rule, a complete waste of time), and studied the lore of Cthulu just in case the movie made reference to the dark one.

Of course I was going to that midnight premier.  I had reserved my tickets before I even started looking for some company.  I invited Mallory and Stephanie, roommates on my floor that I knew from the dorm area council.  Stephanie wasn’t going to go.  Mallory did want to go, but thought that they were the only ones invited and that it would look like a date.  Little did she know, I also invited Maggie and her roommate and they were definitely in.  As you can tell, I hadn’t yet made friends with the guys on my floor, or any guys anywhere for that matter.

Mallory contacted the girl who would change my life forever.  Her sales pitch, “I need you to go to this movie with me because otherwise it will just be me and this awkward guy and I don’t want him to think it’s a date.”  The universe took my awkward lemons and made some strange lemonade.  My now-girlfriend and her roommate loyally agreed to help her out by joining our burgeoning Cloverfield Fellowship.

Five girls accompanied me to that horrible, found footage gimmick, shaky camera, plotless, likable protagonist-less waste of an hour and a half of my life.  I barely remember my girlfriend even being there, except for the fact that she was on crutches because she hurt her ankle on the rock-climbing wall.

The found footage gimmick is just an elaborate excuse for making a cheap, plotless, more-often-than-not mediocre film.

I wouldn’t see much of her or her roommate again for a while, during which time I came out of my shell, started drinking too much, and found it in me to be kinda a decent guy.  Even then, we were hanging out with a bizarre menagerie of friends destined for implosion.  Also, we were talking to other people.  Like several other people.  But that’s a subplot to be played out over the course of other chapters.

According to my girlfriend, she and her roommate were sugared up and insane that night and I came across as an anti-social jerk.

This was our “meet-cute.”

Around 11 PM on January 17, 2008.

Not every turning point in life is marked by some ridiculous feeling of being one with the universe.  Some come and go unheralded like any other mundane moment.

I know it’s early, but Happy Valentine’s Day!  Did you and your significant other have a memorable meeting?  Or was it profoundly forgettable?

P.S.  We’ve been together 5 years now, and they have been the best years that I could have ever asked for.  I have no idea how I survived so long without her!

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