Flashback Friday: The Story Continues

When we left off, Nathan and I had just met for the "first" time. From here on out, we worked together every Friday, and every Friday I would try to get him to pay attention to me. In retrospect, it was completely ridiculous for me to spend so much time on my outfit each week, because he never noticed me and doesn't remember any of that now. Oh well—it's the happy ending that counts, right?

Throughout the semester we did talk some. Nathan later confessed to me he would bring more than enough workers over from concessions to help clean up so he could drop the registers off in the office and then stand there and chat for a few minutes.

On the night of the intramural soccer championship in late November, the whole concessions crew and extra help came back to the snack shop after the game for a massive amount of cleanup and organization. It was getting fairly late and the snack shop office door locks automatically at 10:00. Right about at 10:01 I realized I had left my ID card—which opens the snack shop office door—in the office. I asked another manager to throw me his ID card, and he did, literally. Obviously with my coordination skills I didn't catch the card—in fact, it ended up top of one of the vans that were parked in the dock area for unloading. I stepped up onto the side of the van to reach for the card, and as soon as I grabbed it I felt someone really close behind me. My immediate reaction was to jerk back to try to get away, and in doing so I slammed the back of my head into the front of Nathan's face—who had jumped up behind me to reach for the card before I could get it.

I'm not even sure what my first reaction was except to stand there with my hand on my head and say "You just bit me on the head!" It didn't hurt badly, but it was hilarious, and would turn out to be one of the things that finally brought us together.

We talked several more times throughout the semester and the beginning of the next semester. We casually sat together for the opening meeting for the snack shop second semester—actually, I spent the entire time before the meeting scheming on how to sit next to him, while he was doing the exact same thing, but neither of us knew this. I was convinced he had walked in with another girl, while he says he was there by himself. Either way, I was pleased with myself for my "success," yet he still hadn't asked for my number or invited me out...