Two weeks later...New Year's Eve, 2000...We both attended a progressive party that evening starting at our friend Sarah's house and ending at our friend Emily's house. I remember seeing her at Sarah's, and I remember remembering her from the Logan's parking lot. I led in with probably the cheesiest line about how I would dance with her on the beach in the headlights of my Jeep ala Zach Morris from Saved by the Bell. I still don't know why, but it worked. We talked off and on through the party, but I didn't "make my move" until later in the night.
"Would it be okay if I took you out sometime?"--Matt
"Of course."--Jenny
"Oh man, oh man, oh man, yeah, yeah, wow, she's really hot, oh man, don't mess this up."--Matt's Insides
I'll never forget the little yellow napkin she wrote her number on for me. It had her name, a smiley face, and those great seven numbers: 867-5309. Wait...nevermind. Now, I'm generally a believer in the two-three day rule for calling a girl so you don't look desperate, but I was ready to call later that night. I think I held off for 34 1/2 hours before I caved to the yellow napkin. We were set for date number 1 on Friday night. Now, I had to plan.
It was the kind of first date you dream of. The conversation never hit a lull, and it was a great time. I knew when she said she wanted to see "Dude, Where's My Car?" that this was the start of something special. And it was. For the next five months or so, we were pretty much inseparable. I'm sure that her mom often grew tired of this 18 year old kid hanging at her apartment every single day, but I couldn't get enough time with Jenny. It seemed as if nothing could bring us down to reality.
Going off to college has a way of bringing you down to reality, doesn't it? The only sad part of this story happened a couple of weeks after graduation in the summer of 2001. It was time to put high school behind us and look forward to the things to come. We weren't meant to be a part of each other's college experience. Well, the first two years of college anyway.
Don't be sad. It all comes full circle in the end. Stay tuned for Part 3 coming soon.
July 27, 2010
July 15, 2010
Love Story Pt. 1
This past weekend Jenny and I took a road trip down memory lane. We started in Lubbock, drove through Abilene, and ended with a "visit" with her dad. While in Abilene we shelled out 16 bucks to watch "Date Night" in our hotel room. Good movie, but we'll save the critique for next time. A couple of times in the movie, the two main characters, while at dinner, point out other couples and ponder as to what their story is. Not only have Jenny and I done that ourselves, but I feel that we have a pretty cool story. I thought this might be the perfect place to put it in writing. Get your tissues ready. Sit back. Relax. Settle in. Come join me as I drive back down memory lane one more time.
My pursuit of Jenny started before I had ever met her. You see, when I was a younger lad, my mom would have a young lady named Dawn babysit me and my sisters. This started when I was in elementary school, and as I grew, we became more friends, and less babysitter--babysittee, if you will. I don't think I ever really had a crush on Dawn (she was more like an older sister), but I knew that I wanted to date girls that were like her--pretty, smart, funny, etc. The first time I met Jenny, I knew she had all those qualities.
Actually the first time I met Jenny, I had no clue what I was doing. I think it was sometime in middle school, and my family was going to a show at the Amarillo Little Theatre--Oliver, I think. I remember watching the show just like any other middle school boy would watch a musical theatre production (read: trying to stay awake), but then I was struck by a young red-headed actress in the show. I looked her up in the program, and read her name--Jenny Bulla. I made a point to talk to her after the show, but I think all I could manage was "you were really good." Apes have had more charm.
Fast forward to the year 2000 and the second "first" time I met Jenny. I was out with a girl I grew up with on a date/non-date type of thing. We met up with a group of people at Logan's Roadhouse, this new swinging place where you could throw peanut shells on the ground. The group eventually dwindled to three, myself, my date/non-date, and Jenny. As we stood at my truck talking, I started to take notice of Jenny. She was obviously pretty, and Frank Sinatra would have called her red hair "Witchcraft," I do believe. She was smart, funny, witty, down to earth, laid back, and pretty, really pretty. She sucked me in like a tractor beam. She didn't know it, but she now had a new stalker...or friend...whatever.
That's the end of part one. Tune in next time for part 2.
My pursuit of Jenny started before I had ever met her. You see, when I was a younger lad, my mom would have a young lady named Dawn babysit me and my sisters. This started when I was in elementary school, and as I grew, we became more friends, and less babysitter--babysittee, if you will. I don't think I ever really had a crush on Dawn (she was more like an older sister), but I knew that I wanted to date girls that were like her--pretty, smart, funny, etc. The first time I met Jenny, I knew she had all those qualities.
Actually the first time I met Jenny, I had no clue what I was doing. I think it was sometime in middle school, and my family was going to a show at the Amarillo Little Theatre--Oliver, I think. I remember watching the show just like any other middle school boy would watch a musical theatre production (read: trying to stay awake), but then I was struck by a young red-headed actress in the show. I looked her up in the program, and read her name--Jenny Bulla. I made a point to talk to her after the show, but I think all I could manage was "you were really good." Apes have had more charm.
Fast forward to the year 2000 and the second "first" time I met Jenny. I was out with a girl I grew up with on a date/non-date type of thing. We met up with a group of people at Logan's Roadhouse, this new swinging place where you could throw peanut shells on the ground. The group eventually dwindled to three, myself, my date/non-date, and Jenny. As we stood at my truck talking, I started to take notice of Jenny. She was obviously pretty, and Frank Sinatra would have called her red hair "Witchcraft," I do believe. She was smart, funny, witty, down to earth, laid back, and pretty, really pretty. She sucked me in like a tractor beam. She didn't know it, but she now had a new stalker...or friend...whatever.
That's the end of part one. Tune in next time for part 2.
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