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.
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.