Call me crazy


Call me crazy but I believe it is completely possible to fall in love and marry your first boyfriend/girlfriend.  I may be young and naive but why couldn't it work?  I'll be the first to say that I'm a very picky person when choosing a mate.  That is part of the reason that I choose to not date until my early twenties.  Why should I waste my time with guys whom I knew it wouldn't work out with.  That all changed when I met Andrew. 
    It was the summer between my junior and senior year of college.  I was working at our university during a summer program for new students to save up some money for trip abroad to study in England for the remainder of the summer.  Needless to say I wasn't looking for a relationship.  My responsibilities included being a supervisor to the new and inexperienced student staff. After weeks of preparation, it was the day that I would officially get to meet the new staff members.  I got to meet them all and promptly decided there were no "prospects" and began to plan and pack for England.  What I did realize was that there were a few people that I really clicked with, including Andrew.  He wasn't my type at all.  Shorter than me, younger, and he was of another ethnicity than me.  (I always said I thought it would be to hard to date someone from a different ethnicity, so I never considered it) But for some reason I was drawn to him.  We had similar personalities, laughed at the same things, and generally just got along really well.  I started to feel that perhaps this friendship was more than just a friendship to him.  We'd talk almost the entire time during work, then after work we'd spend the remainder of the evening chatting online.  Finally he asked me if I wanted to go out, just he and I, on a date.  Me being me and being in complete denial told him that I would love to hang out with him, but lets not call it a date.  So we did and surprisingly it wasn't awkward.  We continued on with our friendship for the remaining weeks.  Then it was time for me to move back home before I left for England. 
    Two days before I left for England I received a phone call from Andrew.  He sounded really flustered and I could tell he needed to say something.  However I was out with a friend so he asked that I call him back later that evening.  You need to understand that I had never had a boyfriend before nor had had anyone ever show as much interest as he had been showing so I wasn't sure how to act.  Needless to say, I didn't call him back.  Perhaps i was to afraid of facing what could be or falling for someone that I didn't want to, who knows.  Basically I blew him off for the second time.  Around 11:00pm that night I recieved a text message from him when I was sound asleep.  My face immediately broke into a smile when I realized it was from him, that's when I knew that I had fallen.  There was no denying that I had feelings for him.