I wouldn't say that I met Aaron Richardson by accident exactly. About eight years ago, my best gal pal, Andrea, decided to throw herself a huge 21st birthday party. She knew Aaron for about 6 months before I did. They had become friends at work she thought that we would make a cute couple. If there was anything Andrea LOVED to to it was to play Cupid. Most of the time, unfortunately, her matches ended in a break-up as soon as the newness had worn off. I love her for her indomitable will and endless perseverance. She could often be heard saying, in defense of her terrible matchmaking track record, "I shall NEVER surrender!!"
Anyway, she threw herself this huge party and invited what seemed to be the entire city of Memphis. I had only met Aaron briefly before one night when he, Andrea and a few other people were going out. She and Aaron came over to my apartment to borrow some CD's and off they went. Of course, she invited Aaron to this partyand it was there that she unveiled her diabolical plot to fix he and I up. Having observed her success rate with these situations, I was adamantly opposed to becoming just another statistic. Now, because i am not a complete asshole, I pulled aron to the side and apologized. I explained Andrea's success rate to him and told him he was probably a nice guy but that I didn't think or even know if it could work. He smiled, said that he understood and placed his hand on top of mine for only a moment. But that moment felt like an eternity. It was at that moment I felt that "spark" that I had heard about so many times but had never experienced myself. (To Be Continued)
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