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Chapter 8 – His Side of the Story

Guys, I got him to do it! My husband sat down with me the other day and dictated his version of the first chapter of our love story. I hope he’ll do some more for me! Let me know if you think it’s funny or interesting and if I should have him continue! Here’s chapter one (of which he is sharing his version today), chapter two, three, four, five, six, and seven!


Warning – this ain’t no mushy romantic thing. There’s her version and then there’s what really happened. Here’s what really happened.

We’re gonna call this one Unnoticed.

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Freshman year, early, even before school started, I came with my family to California. It was my first time ever on the west coast, first time ever being this far away from my country, my home. My family wanted to see me get settled in at school, so they came along. There weren’t a lot of people, so I got settled into my dorm, met the coaching staff, and met a few other international students and teammates.

Besides doing the normal touristy stuff with my family, every day we played basketball. It was about 2 weeks until any other teams were there. The first sport to start was volleyball. During that time I often crossed paths with girls on the volleyball team since we were the only ones on campus. Normally I wouldn’t say hi because… well, I don’t know why I didn’t say hi. I guess I was taken back by all the change. Going from an all black environment to an all white one. Everything was different. People talked different, people looked different – different everything.

During this time of seeing the volleyball girls there was one girl that caught my eye. Off the bat, I remember legs and eyes. She was laughing hysterically. Over what, I do not know, but it gave me the impression that she was pretty laid back. She was attractive and seemed easy to talk to. That maybe she was comfortable with different. It didn’t seem like there were any pre-judgmental factors going on. Which, already in this new environment, I had felt that people put you in a box. She seemed normal and normal was good right now.

The idea of finding a white girl attractive just wasn’t on my radar. In fact, before I left The Bahamas I told my boys that I would never marry a white woman. See, in The Bahamas there was a different stigma to white women. You couldn’t trust them. No loyalty. When times get hard, they switch. They weren’t mentally tough & couldn’t handle pressure. Obviously, these weren’t traits I was looking for in a wife. (spoiler alert – I was wrong about at least one of them.)

Time went on, we had ran into each other on different occasions. There was a gathering at my “home away from home” family and all the internationals were there. There were other Bahamian guys there which was refreshing for me to be able to talk about home and have someone to relate to. At this particular event the girl with the legs was there. We got to talk briefly and she was trying to figure out what language I was speaking with the other Bahamian. French (ironically)? Nope. Just English.

I remember talking to her, but this, just like multiple other occasions, she doesn’t remember me at all. Another setting I remember was being one of two other guys walking Legs to her dorm room. I now know that she has no recollection of this or who I was at this point.

As a freshman I was fortunate to start most games and play a lot of minutes and apparently Legs doesn’t remember me at all. Instead, she remembers a guy on the team that was at our school for only 3 months! We have this on tape: calling the starting line up, me playing, and her walking up in the stands to watch the game and still no recollection of who I was. Hence the title – Unnoticed.

Throughout freshman year I became friends with David, who — I didn’t know —  was a good friend of hers. I personally didn’t have much contact with her, but I kept notice of her. My main focus that semester was just trying to get over my home sickness and have the courage to be more open, make new friends and do well in basketball.

One afternoon I was making a food run and as guy code dictates, when you’re making a food run, you ask your teammates if they want anything. He said ya and when I came down and met him in the lobby, he was sitting on the sofa with Legs. My first thought was “wow, when did that happen?” Last thing I  knew she was with another a big African guy which was earlier in the year but hey, I guess some people just gotta switch it up. I  dropped off the food, and kept it moving.

I found out later on that her and that dude weren’t together anymore. My thought was “well that’s sad, but kinda nice.” I thought about trying to get to know her, but I had to feel out the situation with her and this other dude. If it was something serious, I didn’t want to be messing with a teammate’s ex. I got the impression that it wasn’t a big deal to him and I asked a few questions to feel him out without showing my intent. I wanted to get to know her more, but I needed a situation to make that happen. The only way that would come about would be to take a risk – which I am not too fond of doing.

I was down at inter murals with my friend David. She was there. It was perfect. In my mind it was a master plan but in reality it was really simple. Send David in to start the conversation, have him bring me in and then just wing it.

Part of my genius plan – at least in my mind – was after David did his part, I would come down as if to say hi to him and then smoothly exit him from the conversation. In my mind it was smooth, it might not have been but it worked. Legs and I quickly found that we had a competitive side. Being the competitive person that I am, I said well, you talk a good game, how about a bet? I don’t gamble with money and in college, the golden thing was FOOD.

The bet was so one-sided I can’t believe she actually fell for it. When the girls think they can play with the big boys, it’s fine with me. Sometimes you gotta show them how to do this. I knew her and her friend were a good volleyball players and I couldn’t play a lick, but I was confident in being an athlete. Also David could play so I wasn’t worried.

The bet was if the guys can beat the girls in more points in basketball than the girls might be able to beat us in volleyball. And the reward – date. And the girls would pay. Her poor friend got dragged in, just for support. We set a time, set a date, and I was feeling really good. I managed to talk to a girl I found really attractive, get her to go on a date with me, and possibly have her pay? I was feelin’ pretty good about the situation. And all this based on my athletic abilities – gold.

It played out exactly how I thought it would, we won pretty convincingly. And date night turned out to be Tony Roma’s at Universal City Walk. And let’s just say she got to see something special. Chicken and rib combo with a smoothie, baby. And it was good. I won my bet and took full advantage of it.

The date flowed together well, we laughed a lot, kinda touchy feely too. I surprised myself how comfortable I felt. Given my initial perception of foreign white women, I was surprised how everything flowed so well.  During that time I didn’t see color, I just saw a really cool person who I enjoyed spending time with. It was like we were in this bubble and nothing else mattered. To the point that the other two on the date thought they might have missed something. It was a pretty good first date. Didn’t know how it was gonna go, but it set the bar pretty high.

And that was the beginning of an interesting adventure.

15 Responses to Chapter 8 – His Side of the Story

  1. Krista November 20, 2014 at 6:59 am #

    YAY!! I love this post. I hope he continues to tell his side as it’s always fun to hear how different our perspectives can be.

    • Natalia November 21, 2014 at 1:03 am #

      I think it will get even a little bit more interesting as the drama was mostly on his side behind the scenes in the early stages. I think he’ll keep going!

  2. Olivia November 20, 2014 at 7:56 am #

    OMG!!!! I love it…I look forward to every. single. post on your love story so interesting. Thanks for sharing this with all of us=)

    • Natalia November 21, 2014 at 1:03 am #

      Thank you, I am glad you like it! IT’s actually really fun writing it out! Thanks for reading!

  3. Demi November 20, 2014 at 10:07 am #

    Not romantic my foot! It is always romantic to hear a guy tell his side of the story! 🙂

    • Natalia November 21, 2014 at 1:02 am #

      It ends up being romantic in his own little way. He is right though, he is not romantic most of the time!

  4. Johanna November 20, 2014 at 10:45 am #

    More please! From both of you. Love reading your story.
    Greetings from Vienna.

    • Natalia November 21, 2014 at 1:02 am #

      Oh I was just there, I loved it! I’m gonna try to get my husband to do a little more. I think he will. I think secretly he kinda likes it! 🙂

  5. Lindsey November 20, 2014 at 3:55 pm #

    I love hearing his side of it! And it cracks me up the details of the things he remembers!

    • Natalia November 21, 2014 at 1:01 am #

      I know, me too! It’s gonna get interesting I think… with all the other drama!! But it’s really cool to hear his side!

  6. Priscilla November 28, 2014 at 9:46 am #

    Hey Natalia,

    this is my second time commenting on your blog. The first wouldn’t post for some reason and I gave up
    I absolutely love your blog and your family has me smiling
    I was so enjoying your story and didn’t ever think your darling husband will tell his side too. so awesome!!!
    I like mixed race couples a lot, wish there’ll be more and more and it’s especially heartening that you two are Christians, who put your faith before everything and trust in God.
    I am glad to know your wonderful family even if it’s not face-to-face

    Keep on posting!!!!

    • Natalia December 3, 2014 at 12:25 am #

      Thank you, Priscilla! I really appreciate your comment! Sorry it took two times to post! Our story is one definitely hand crafted by God so it’s hard to leave Him out of it, that’s for sure! Glad you like reading, I plan to continue! 🙂

  7. christina December 2, 2014 at 2:11 pm #

    Oh man, I just finished reading your love story and laughed the whole way through because there were so many random, humorous similarities to ours. David being from another country, too, was very interesting and cool. I totally didn’t notice him at first either, but then thought he was crazy hot. He wouldn’t commit either and it drove me crazy, but like you, I was raised to not call/chase boys, so I made him work for it. He started drifting away and I pushed a little bit, then was stuck with a “no” on a small campus (conservative with the once-a-month open dorms thing, too, hahaha) seeing him flirting all the time. In fact, I was stuck on the same bus with him for a week right after, on a chorale tour and it was rather tortuous. We had several summers apart, but both of us had other “relationships” in between, though I always had him kind of in the back of my mind. One of the relationships he ended up starting was with a good friend of mine, though neither of them really knew about the other I think, as far as my relation to them at first. But when he dumped her and was “kissing her good-bye” aka making out and later that night tried to kiss me, you’d better believe we were talking about that and bad-mouthing him to each other, ha! (he was a much different person back then, a bit of a player, obviously) We actually sort of got together and broke up twice before it stuck on the third time around, and we had to become just friends for a while because of a missions program we were part of, and it was really good for us. I LOVE reading love stories, and it’s equally, if not more, interesting to hear it from the guy’s perspective too! I hope you can get him to do more 🙂

    • Natalia December 4, 2014 at 1:10 pm #

      Oh that is so funny that our stories are so similar! Those men… I had a little “club” as Lavar calls it me and this other girl just bad mouthing Lavar because we were slighted. So funny!! I just had him write his second ‘chapter’ and it’s up on the blog today! I do like his side because he’s very matter-of-fact and it’s so fun to hear what he was thinking! Sometimes that is. Sometimes it’s not as fun… 🙂 I think every couple should do it!!

  8. grammygoodwill December 6, 2014 at 3:37 pm #

    How did I miss this???? I’m so glad you got your hubby to write his side of the story. Now I’m rushing over to read part 2.

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