All names have been changed, just in case one of them happens to find this. Which I doubt will happen since I haven't spoken to these people in 4+ years. And they will still know it's about them. Moving on!
It was the summer of 2008. I had only been in North Carolina for several months. It was a magical time when I weighed next to nothing and had long, flowing locks.
|And I took bathroom pictures. Obviously.|
Oh, and for the record? All these friends were guys. To this day I don't know how to be friends with girls.
Eventually, another guy joined the group. A guy named Collin. He was quiet and shy, but absolutely hilarious and charming. He had this gorgeous, thick, shaggy blond hair. Guys...this hair. It spoke to my soul. It was out of this world. I once heard a girl literally gasp when he walked into a room. His hair was that perfect. Not like 90's Nick Carter shaggy hair, like hair almost to his shoulders. Hair so luxurious and perfect no one could pull it off but him. Hair a grown woman would give anything for. I think King Solomon says it best in Song of Solomon 4:1 when he says "Your hair is like a flock of goats descending from Mount Gilead." So naturally I developed a massive crush.
Collin and I hit it off pretty much immediately. We stuck together when our friends would hang out. We would go to his parents house in the evenings and swim in their pool. We had some killer pool parties that summer. I became good friends with his roommate, Tim. But anyway, after several months of this nonsense, he IMed me on AIM and asked if he could take me to dinner one night. I screamed. I was so excited. I wore my cute little American Eagle denim mini skirt, a tank top, and I managed to straighten my freaky long hair despite the Carolina humidity.
He picked me up in his white Mini Cooper. As he backed out of the driver, he looked at me and sheepishly said "Umm, I hope you don't mind...but.....Nellie is coming too." Nellie. His ex girlfriend. His ex girlfriend turned best friend (hmmm...). Nellie, a girl I worked with at Olive Garden. I tried to smile and play it off when really I wanted to run out of the car at the next red light. But then I looked at the hair, and I was calm again.
We had dinner at a sushi joint. I sat on one side of the booth, and Collin and Nellie sat on the opposite side next to each other. They talk and laughed and told inside jokes while I choked down my tuna rolls. It was like watching their romance rekindle right in front of my very eyes. It was the longest dinner of my entire life. I felt silly in my denim skirt, and I wanted to go home and throw something. But then I looked at his hair, and I forgot Nellie was even there. Sort of.
Nellie finally got the hint and left. Collin apologized and said he invited her at the last minute because he panicked and got nervous. For God knows what reason, I decided to get ice cream with him after dinner, sans Nellie. I guess my inner shy girl sympathized with him....to a point. Or maybe it was the hair that convinced me. So we drove to a 50s style diner for some frozen custard with the windows down and The Avett Brothers playing.
We went on a few more dates after that; there were beach trips and more pool parties. I started my sophomore year of college, and he started his senior year. Like an idiot, I still had a huge crush on him (the hair!), but I didn't know what was going on between us. We hung out nearly every day, but nothing was happening. Just as I was giving up on him, my lab partner in my Chemistry class asked me on a date. I begrudgingly said yes. He only had short brown hair, but whatever. That same night? Collin asked me to be his girlfriend (over AIM. Sigh). So long, lab partner.
We dated for 4 months. It was so fun. We went to concerts, and we sneaked onto the rooftop of a building downtown. We sat in the hammock he had on his front porch. His hipstery, bohemian ways rubbed off on me, and he completely influenced my taste in music to this day. His roommate Tim started dating Ashley, and the 4 of us would hang out sometimes. We spent every Thursday night at his apartment watching The Office. One Thursday night was different, though. After the show finished, he walked me out to my car, and he dumped me. He dumped me. Completely out of the blue. I was crushed, to say the least. He said he wanted to teach English in Japan when he graduated. I say it's because I took pictures like this:
|Make me stop.|
But whatever. He never moved to Japan. In fact, he moved back to his parent's house after he graduated.
Here's the funny thing...I pretty much stopped talking to that group of friends after we broke up. But I got a job 6 months later at a doctor's office. Unbeknownst to me at first, Ashely was hired the same day I was. We immediately recognized each other and awkwardly tried to work together, though we eventually became friends.
James and I had just started dating at this point. James got a job, and guess who he worked with? Tim. He worked with Tim. All while I worked with Ashley. We saw them together at work functions. It was awkward, to say the least.
But all in all, the breakup was for the best. A month later, I met another guy who asked me on a date. He took me to a Christmas party for our first date. And I met James at that party. I love how these things play out.
Oh, and as for the hair? Well it's no wonder I started dating James. He looked like this when I met him: