It was my first semester in college and the first time I
ever left home. I hardly knew anyone in Orlando so whenever there was an
opportunity to get out and make friends, I was all over it. I was invited to go
to a student organization meeting with the promise of free food, games and a
chance to meet other freshies as well as some seasoned students. So I went and
dragged along a dorm friend with me. We sat down, waiting for the event to
begin and the next few moments later, I found myself beside the man who's never
left since.
I started the conversation exchange. Something about the
papers the meeting coordinators passed out asking us if we wanted to join a big
brother or big sister program. From there, it was the usual “what major are you
in” and “what do you do for fun around here” kind of stuff.
The meeting began; food first, then games. So we got up and
someone he knew joined us in line. “Are you going to play at the meeting?” he
asked Joshua. That sparked a little something in me and I asked him if he was
in a band. “No, I just play guitar” he
said.
Yep. There were definitely
some fireworks shooting off somewhere at that point. You see, I’ve always had a
thing for a guy who plays guitar. He swears up and down today that I was bug-eyed
the entire time we talked about it. I deny it every time, but deep inside, I
know it’s true.
The meeting ended and we exchanged names again before leaving.
That night, we both walked away with smiles on our faces and a new day to look
forward to.
How did your love story begin?
How did your love story begin?




























