Student-Written Essays (Mostly Autobiographical) Volume 2

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Emily Kresiak: “When Chris Met Emily”
“What are you talking about?” he asked. “I did not stalk you!”
“That’s fine. You loved me from the start, though. I know what I know, and you know,” I paused, then joked, “nothing!”
At that moment, as my boyfriend chased me into the living room, picked me up and tossed me onto the couch, I thought back to my days as a freshman, not knowing, or even caring, who Chris was. And now here he is, tickling me until I almost pee my pants. This isn’t your typical love story. It isn’t filled with those movie moments (well, maybe a few, but nothing with pianos and Tom Jones in the background, I swear) and it doesn’t have a normal boy-meets-girl beginning, because I really met him two years after we were first introduced.
I never really had trouble finding someone to be with of the opposite sex. I didn’t date the bad boys or the jocks; I tried to attract men who were quiet and nice. The less drama, the less serious the whole situation had to be. It was my first year of college; I was not expected to marry and buy that white-picket-fence house quite yet. Chris was apparently in the same situation. He dated a lot of people, too, and while most of his relationships were fairly long- term or serious, some were not. Freshman year of college we both crossed ways, not only in the streets but also amongst mutual friends. Still, we never quite knew each other, just of each other. He was my friend’s roommate, some guy who played guitar, was obsessed with movies, and had funky in-your-eyes hair that and, oh yeah, he had an enormous crush on me. But I never thought much of guys who laid back and watched-chasing wasn’t my job.