Sometimes you already have a preconcieved thought about someone you haven't even met yet. In cases like mine, you're momma to a bunch of guys while you're in college, and when one of your little babies get a girlfriend and hear all sorts of awesome about her, you get a little nervous about meeting her because your inner territorial bitch wants to haterade on her parade before y'all've even met.
This is the epic story of how I met River.
"Yeah, River is pretty chill. She's like you, down to earth, she's funny, I think you two will get along," I'd been hearing this from one of my boys for a little while now. He was best friend to my boyfriend at the time and I always made what came to be known as Family Dinner every tuesday. It started out with three people, four, then next thing I knew I was feeding small armies every week, each time a new face, some consistent, some just coming back because they missed their own mums' cookings back home.
River. I tried to imagine what kind of person fit that name. I pictured her thin, emo hair like she thought she was all mysterious, thought she was all that and a bag of chips, all the guys loving her- oh yeah, I judged the fuck out of her. Being the alpha female, I said nothing, not hinting at my insecurity that this awesome chick might take away my crew.
I was making dinner on a Tuesday like I normally did, the guys listening to their dubstep and playing video games in the living room, they noted I would finally meet her. "Okay, that's cool," I smiled. I'd be polite, I always was to new people. I'd hoped we'd get along as well as everyone would say.
I made sure everything was perfect, told the boys to wash up and make sure the table was cleared. Then we heard a knock at the door.
From the kitchen opening, all I saw was the apartment door open from the right. I heard her talking and laughing first as they gave the classical What's up, Oh Hey, Come on in. I wiped my hands off and faced my body fully toward the door, smiling so that the first thing she saw was someone welcoming.
The front door closed and her figure came into view. "River, this is Ginger," he gestured toward me and she averted her eyes to look so I could finally see her face. It was as if we were both thinking the same thing, because at the same time, we let out a sigh and smiled so big and greeted each other with a hug, "OH MY GOD, dude what's up? I've heard so much about you?" We started talking over each other like we knew each other for years.
"You're Ginger!"
"Right! Like fuck, you're River! This is great!" I laughed a bit more, relaxing.
She wasn't anything like I imagined. She really was someone like me. Our hair was wild and untamed and whatever, our pants weren't meant to impress, and our hoodies were both probably stolen from a guy friend or our older brother. For the love of God (and my favourite part) she was full figured like me. I don't know why that last part is something that makes females click with each other, but us big birds of a feather must mothafuckin flock together.
The guys look confused, "Do you two know each other?"
"No. Not really. But I'm glad it's her." We both kinda answered.
"Dude, I think we met one time. Was that you at Wallyworld?" She asked me, recalling on a weird night.
"RIGHT! In the frozen section!"
We started chuckling to each other, "I knew you were awesome." I smiled then we recalled on the night.
So how we ACTUALLY met was when she was with her friend and i was with my bestie at Wallyworld. As per usual, Queer and I were being obnoxious as to be overheard by late night shoppers. River and her friend walked into the pizza aisle laughing and I promptly stopped conversation with Queer to greet them.
"Welcome to the-" and Queer cut me off and I swung my hear behing me to stifle him and I aknowledged our company, "Shut up!" This happened a few times in rapid fire.
"Welcome to the- Shut up!
Welcome to the wonderful world of- SHUT UP!
Welcome to the wonderful world of Wallyworld! SHUT UP!"
The gals laughed and we chopped it up a bit after that in the aisle then both parties separated to their own late night shopping.
In the kitchen as I was making the final preparations on the meal, I had to be honest with her. "Dude, I'm totally glad it's you. I had it pictured in my mind as someone else."
"Dude right!!" She responded, " I was like, who the fuck is Ginger and why the fuck is everyone talking about her? I thought you'd be a stuck up bitch."
The dinner went very well that night and ended in us exchanging numbers. It was about a month or two before I graduated college and moved back south and we thought it was a total shame it took so long for us to meet.
Luckily, distance doesn't ruine the best of relationships, so to this day I'll have you know we still text on the regular and keep up and have many planned visits to come. I've had a lot of fun ways of meeting people in my life, but how this friendship blossomed is by far my favourite.
This is the epic story of how I met River.
"Yeah, River is pretty chill. She's like you, down to earth, she's funny, I think you two will get along," I'd been hearing this from one of my boys for a little while now. He was best friend to my boyfriend at the time and I always made what came to be known as Family Dinner every tuesday. It started out with three people, four, then next thing I knew I was feeding small armies every week, each time a new face, some consistent, some just coming back because they missed their own mums' cookings back home.
River. I tried to imagine what kind of person fit that name. I pictured her thin, emo hair like she thought she was all mysterious, thought she was all that and a bag of chips, all the guys loving her- oh yeah, I judged the fuck out of her. Being the alpha female, I said nothing, not hinting at my insecurity that this awesome chick might take away my crew.
I was making dinner on a Tuesday like I normally did, the guys listening to their dubstep and playing video games in the living room, they noted I would finally meet her. "Okay, that's cool," I smiled. I'd be polite, I always was to new people. I'd hoped we'd get along as well as everyone would say.
I made sure everything was perfect, told the boys to wash up and make sure the table was cleared. Then we heard a knock at the door.
From the kitchen opening, all I saw was the apartment door open from the right. I heard her talking and laughing first as they gave the classical What's up, Oh Hey, Come on in. I wiped my hands off and faced my body fully toward the door, smiling so that the first thing she saw was someone welcoming.
The front door closed and her figure came into view. "River, this is Ginger," he gestured toward me and she averted her eyes to look so I could finally see her face. It was as if we were both thinking the same thing, because at the same time, we let out a sigh and smiled so big and greeted each other with a hug, "OH MY GOD, dude what's up? I've heard so much about you?" We started talking over each other like we knew each other for years.
"You're Ginger!"
"Right! Like fuck, you're River! This is great!" I laughed a bit more, relaxing.
She wasn't anything like I imagined. She really was someone like me. Our hair was wild and untamed and whatever, our pants weren't meant to impress, and our hoodies were both probably stolen from a guy friend or our older brother. For the love of God (and my favourite part) she was full figured like me. I don't know why that last part is something that makes females click with each other, but us big birds of a feather must mothafuckin flock together.
The guys look confused, "Do you two know each other?"
"No. Not really. But I'm glad it's her." We both kinda answered.
"Dude, I think we met one time. Was that you at Wallyworld?" She asked me, recalling on a weird night.
"RIGHT! In the frozen section!"
We started chuckling to each other, "I knew you were awesome." I smiled then we recalled on the night.
So how we ACTUALLY met was when she was with her friend and i was with my bestie at Wallyworld. As per usual, Queer and I were being obnoxious as to be overheard by late night shoppers. River and her friend walked into the pizza aisle laughing and I promptly stopped conversation with Queer to greet them.
"Welcome to the-" and Queer cut me off and I swung my hear behing me to stifle him and I aknowledged our company, "Shut up!" This happened a few times in rapid fire.
"Welcome to the- Shut up!
Welcome to the wonderful world of- SHUT UP!
Welcome to the wonderful world of Wallyworld! SHUT UP!"
The gals laughed and we chopped it up a bit after that in the aisle then both parties separated to their own late night shopping.
In the kitchen as I was making the final preparations on the meal, I had to be honest with her. "Dude, I'm totally glad it's you. I had it pictured in my mind as someone else."
"Dude right!!" She responded, " I was like, who the fuck is Ginger and why the fuck is everyone talking about her? I thought you'd be a stuck up bitch."
The dinner went very well that night and ended in us exchanging numbers. It was about a month or two before I graduated college and moved back south and we thought it was a total shame it took so long for us to meet.
Luckily, distance doesn't ruine the best of relationships, so to this day I'll have you know we still text on the regular and keep up and have many planned visits to come. I've had a lot of fun ways of meeting people in my life, but how this friendship blossomed is by far my favourite.
