It's been 4 years since we met. December 2003, the year he decided to move back to San Francisco from his 5 years of partying in San Diego. I was visiting my girlfriends in Long Beach for the winter, and we decided to drive down to San Diego to visit a friend. We had nothing to do for the night so we all decided to crash a party. No familiar faces except for the ones I arrived with, lots of people, and nowhere to sit. I was starting to think the night was a mistake. "Hey, dance with Melvin!" My friend pushes me up against some guy, which I found out later was the celebrant. I was greeted with a "You wanna dance?!?!" Okay?!?!?...I was clueless to who this loud, crazy, dancing boy was. We proceded to dance, in awkward movements, still clueless. "I think I'm going to sit down now....," was the only thing I could think of to get myself out of the situation. Everyone danced the night away, and that was that.

Until the next morning, I was at my girlfriend's apartment glued to the screen for Sunday afternoon football. The doorbell rings, and enters that "dancing boy" again. Another awkward moment! With no invitation he ploops down right next to me, practically sitting on my lap.

Him: "Hey Naroth!"
Me: "Um...Hey, Mel, I think!!!"

He knew my name?!?!? I couldn't remember within that brief moment, the night before, if I had ever mentioned my name. The day continued on, and everyone decided to go Christmas shopping. The "dancing boy" decided to join us! Four hours had passed, no gifts and they still wanted to shop. The final stopping place "The Gap"...as usual I searched the room for a place to rest my tushy, no more shopping for me. Found one!!! I galloped my way across the room, as the seat started to glow, waiting for my tushy. Ahhh, YES. I can relax for another 2 hours while they shop. Then here comes "the dancing boy" again.

Him: Hey Naroth! Aren't you going to shop?
Me: No, I'm done. Plus my feet hurts, and I'm all out of energy.
Him: Where are you from?....

We continued to converse and I realized that, that silly smile was actually starting to grow on me. He wasn't that crazy "dancing boy" anymore. The day ends. My girls and I returned back home and our lives returned back to normal. I left a week later for TN, back to my family. After my multiple tries to flee from him and my zero success, I wondered if this was it?!?!? I spoke (thought) too soon. A month later, I received a request to chat on AIM....and the rest is history. Our first kiss: March 7, 2004.

We're having 2 weddings!!!! A traditional Catholic wedding bc FI and I are both Catholic. And a traditional Buddhist wedding bc my parents are and they insist on having one (as long as they're paying :)..)