To start with, we are both Psychology major and officially met in Dr. Stephen's Perception class. According to Jeremy we were on the same Jeopardy team every test week in that class...I was too busy arguing with my ex-boyfriend in there to even tell. Plus I usually sat in the front and argued about answers with people. Jeremy on the other hand isn't as outspoken.
At the end of that semester I ran into Jeremy outside Starbucks and told him that our little group of Psychology friends were all taking this senior psychology exit class together {once again can't remember the name of it} and that he should register for it too. Right about here is where he inserts his side of the story about how I stalked him all the way to Starbucks and begged him to take the class and basically threw myself at him. Poor boy was sadly mistaken, I was simply being nice...I didn't even think he was cute.
Fast forward to the worst Spring semester on the face of the earth. This senior Psychology class sucked up a storm, we had to do several presentations...and the quickest way to a panic attack for me is to do a presentation. So the day comes and here it is time for me to present my big to-do about Eastern Religion, and I was freaking out. I realized Jeremy was scheduled to present the same day so I decided to get his number from a friend and start texting him death threats{complete joke}. He wound up presenting before me...only because I lied and said I forgot my flash drive. Somehow this led to him sending me a really stupid text message that night that read "What are the chances of a guy like you liking a girl like me?" Weird right? Honestly I don't remember much between that am him constantly wanting to hang out after that and trying to find anyway on earth to get him to not come over.
Well after much convincing by my best friend I decide to start willingly hanging out with Jeremy which leads to this big group date to a bowling ally. That was Monday, by Thursday everyone had backed out but us, so we went anyway. {allow me to add here I had no clue at this point he drove a motorcycle}
Shortly after that another "group" thing comes up and we all get tickets to see Jeremy's favorite band Emery. And once again everyone backs out but us....things were getting fishy. Not being the type to let people get us down we borrow my Dad's truck and head up to Little Rock, AR for the concert. It was probably the best date ever, and an actual "date" at that. Great concert too by the way, my sister informed me that I was a complete priss and dressed completely wrong for a screamo concert.
After that we started dating and spending a lot more time together...kind of a memory lapse here because I really don't remember a whole lot until he left for Africa on a mission trip for three weeks. That was a pretty lame three weeks too. If I am left alone and bored bad things happen...I chopped my long hair way off into a short bob. Bad idea. It didn't look too hot.
