Happy Thankful Thursday! Today I’m thankful I met a boy. THE boy. (Really, not a boy, but a man – boys are a dime a dozen, but a real man is priceless.)
It was my junior year of college; I was sitting in my friend’s dorm room while she flipped through the pages of campus activities/groups. She wanted to try the tae kwon do club and thankfully talked me into coming along.
I never imagined how it might change my life.
There, in the front of the room, reflected by the wall length mirrors, and dressed in a black gi, was the instructor. And he was HOT. I was sure he had to be a grad. student, and he HAD to have a girlfriend. Besides, I was in a new relationship myself (one of those rebound ones, to be honest). He was totally off limits.
And yet, I found myself trying to get his attention. When it was time to stretch for class, I pushed myself. 12+ years of prior gymnastics allowed the tips of my toes to touch the cinder block wall over my head when my friend helped me do wall stretches. (I wish I had a picture of that, because I sure don’t bend that way now!)
Let’s just say I got his attention.
Speeding forward a bit, he didn’t have a girlfriend, and he was only a year ahead of me in school. And 8 years later we were married.
* Written in response to Mama Kat’s Writer’s Workshop prompt: Describe where you were when you met a boy.