First impressions of a future husband
Spring semester in my freshman year in high school. I had made the freshman girls Softball team and we were out on our softball field. Our practice field was a pile of dirt with patches of grass and a home plate.
One day, not any special day. Just a random day really, we are playing a game to help our throwing aim from the outfield. I played left field so I was on the dirt near the Boys weight room. So coach is suppose to hit out to us, we catch it, and throw home. On home plate sat a big bucket we were suppose to hit. I know, sounds silly, but it was one of my favorite games. Coach hit a fast ground ball out to me, but I missed it. I turned around and went chasing after it, as it rolled towards the Boys weight room. Some of the boys from the football team were coming out. I thought, surely one of them would help me out and grab the ball for me. One of the Samoan boys grabbed the ball. I'd seen him before around school before but I didn't like his crowd though. The guys he hung out with were self proclaimed "cooler than you" crowd. A spoiled preacher's kid was commander of the mindless drones. But I didn't really know this tall guy yet, so I gave him the benefit of the doubt.
I raised my glove to signal him to throw me the ball. But he didn't. He acted as if he was going to, but faked a throw, and smiled as if he was amusing. Of course that just irritated me, and I tilted my head and gave him a blank stare to show that, "no he wasn't funny". He finally just threw me the ball, and I made up my mind to add him to the list of idiot desciples. I looked back to see where he was, but he was already walking into the lockeroom.
Just a chance little meeting, and we never really meet again for another two years. But who would have guessed I could meet my future husband in front of a high school Boys weight room, on a patchy, dusty softball field.
