cuz it takes something more this time than sweet sweet lies

It was April 20th, 2007. I was at a year and a half of single status after the 3 year debacle and hadn’t really met anyone worth getting serious with. I seemed to be on a system of meeting one boy every 6 months. (I still don’t know how so many girls these days seem to be going on dates every weekend…I swear it was never like that!!?! Perhaps I was just picky about who I dated, but I’m just not one to necessarily waste my time.)

Right right, back to the entire point of my story. So I was single and finally at a point in my life where I was okay with it. I realized that it was far better to be surrounded by great friends and not be waiting around for someone. It’s really hard to get to that point, it took me over a year to figure out who I was again and what I wanted.

Our third date-I took him to a Canucks playoff game! Not too shabby 😉
I remember that it was a warm Friday night and I had been working the late shift in the store. I was wearing my new black dress and red heels and was feeling pretty sexified. The event was to celebrate the end of Vanessa’s semester aka Nurses Gone Wild at Plush. I had been invited to another fundraiser at Caprice that night but had to turn that down because I’d already bought my ticket for Plush.

Our first sleepover and the beginnings of MK and A

We arrived early and so the club was pretty empty for the first little while. Our group immediately headed towards the back bar and began drinking. I noticed 2 guys, one with dark hair and one with blonde hair standing near us and staring. I was standing with 7 other girls though, so I didn’t really think much of it.

After a drink we were bored and wanted to warm up the dance floor. So I headed out there with 2 other couples. It honestly didn’t even phase me anymore to be the “third wheel” or to only be with couples. It was just the way my life was at that moment! I don’t recall what song was on, but I remember looking straight in front of me and the dark haired guy was standing on the outside of the dance floor awkwardly sipping his drink. He was sans his wing man, which meant that the blonde guy was out on the dance floor somewhere trying to pick up chicks. Seconds after I’d processed this, someone tapped me on the shoulder. It was blondie.

The night he asked me out at Lola’s…how romantical!

“Would you like to dance with me?” he asked. I immediately knew his game. He was asking every girl to dance until he found one drunk enough to say yes. “No, that’s okay. I’m just dancing with the girls right now.” I replied, knowing very well it was blatantly obvious I was dancing with two couples. “Just one dance, I’ll be nice!” he insisted. “Umm, maybe in a little while,” I said. “Come on, you’re breaking my heart!” he stated. “Well, what can I say? I’m a heart breaker!” I answered. “Honestly,” I added, “I’ll come find you in a little while to dance.” And with that, I turned around to continue dancing with my friends and he walked away.

“What are you doing?” Jessica asked, “He was really cute!”

I don’t know why I said no. I normally spent my nights out dying for someone to approach me. And here was this cute guy asking me to dance and my immediate reaction was to reject him!

I couldn’t really go on with my night because I kept thinking back to this guy and felt an odd intrigue to know more about him. I saw him and his buddy standing by the back bar and recognized this as an opportunity to approach them this time. I recall that my plan was to go over and ask them where all the ladies were. (Blah..how lame is that? I so have no game!) I decided it would be best if I got a drink before approaching these guys for liquid courage, but the blonde one saved me from my lame conversation starter.

“So, I’m going to try again,” he said, “Would you like to dance with me?”

He came back for round two, which for some reason was far more genuine than creepy. We introduced ourselves and shook hands and I tried to flirt by saying we had good handshake chemistry. After some small talk and flirty banter we ended up back on the dance floor to finally give Adam the dance he’d originally asked for.

We spent the rest of the night talking and I threw him the most important make or break question at an initial meeting. I asked him his top 5 favorite music artists. He started his list with Matt Good and I was instantly relived. I had a list of things I was looking for in a guy and a good taste in music was a must! I had always wanted a boyfriend I could go to concerts with.

We were so wrapped up in conversation that neither of us realized we’d been hanging out for hours and that the club was going to close soon. My friends came by to tell me we were leaving and gave the awkward “if you’re going to make out do it now because we’re going in 15 minutes” look.

I wasn’t into that though. Adam asked for my number and programmed his into my phone as Adam W (haha). He then gave me two options. The first was that he could wait the standard 3 days to call me, or he would just call me the next day to arrange a date. It was then that we established that neither of us were playing games and we both agreed he should call me right away. We hugged and I left the club. We sent a few texts back and forth and I remember in the last one I sent I called him Prince Charming. Mostly because he was so charming!!! Lord knows what he was saying to me that night, but I remember he was throwing out a TON of compliments!

Adam actually called me the next afternoon and we planned our first date for that upcoming Wednesday. I remember how nervous I was about talking to him on the phone and how terrified I was to go on a date with him!

Maybe I’m silly for thinking it’s fate, but in my little heart I think it was meant to be that we met that night. Adam says he knew there was something about me and that he had to approach me. And though I didn’t place it right away, I felt an instant connection to him as well. It feels lame sometimes to say we met in a club, especially Plush of all places but the best part is that I turned him down and he wouldn’t take no for an answer.

I don’t know why I was compelled to share that with you, but I’m feeling a little sentimental so there ya go.

Thanks for 2 years of great fun Adam 🙂
David Gray-This Years Love