He was stocky and burly, the kind of guy I always dreamed of being whisked away by, and towered above the rest of his group with ease. It wasn’t long before we walked over to each other and introduced ourselves. I was really shy back then, but his big, beautiful, brown eyes had instantly put me at ease.
“Hi, I’m Scott. I’m supposed to be introduced to someone here. I’m hoping you’re it,” he said in the manliest voice he could muster.
“That would be me. I mean, that’s me. I’m the one.” I took a deep breath before the hiccups started up. “I’m Greg, nice to meet you.”
He had only stayed at the party for an hour, since his obnoxious friends wanted to leave the party early, but not before he handed me his number and urged me to call him before I went to bed that night. Then he kissed me. It was the first time anyone had done that flat out, and I was taken back. To say that I had just fallen in love would have been an understatement. I was head-over-heels, crazy-stupid-in-love with him.