 | I first met Patrick almost two years ago on August 11, 2011. I had just gone out with my brother Gabriel and his family to the state fair. They dropped me off and I went to the bar to meet friends for Latin Night. On the way in, some guy ran up to me and bombarded me with an introduction exclaiming that his name was Pat, that I told him to say hi when he saw me, and then he said goodbye. I was dumbfounded as my friends rushed me inside so we could start dancing.
The whole time I was pondering who the guy could be. He was actully cute (for a change...usually the ones that hit on me were anything but that) for a change. I was raking my brain to figure out how I had met him. Twice, I ditched my friends to go and try and find him again. Of course, then he was treating me like I was just a random person...I knew he was interested but maybe very nervous? Eventually, everyone left and we just started talking. We had a lot in common and it was very fun. Eventually, the bar close and the owner of the bar even went home...still, we sat outside and continued to converse. It was a great time.
At the moment, I didn't realize how important he would become to me, but I am extremely grateful that he ran up and weirded me out with his jumbled introduction. Granted, it has been up and down every since, but I would trade nothing for the time I get with him and the intensity of our relationship. |
