The beginning of our story is debatable, but I’m going to start when we first began to get to know each other. I was working on campus one summer as a Resident Assistant for a group of high school students. In reality, I was just a glorified camp counselor. I was working with three other college students, who I’ve seen around campus, but never really interacted with.
But this story is about one of them in particular, and how a relationship blossomed that I never saw coming. I previously met him through engineering, but don’t remember ever having a conversation, that’s why I’m starting with the summer.
We were both Lead RAs and spent a lot of time together during the program. In the beginning, we were forced to be together, but before I knew it I looked forward to seeing his face and hearing his shady remarks. He used to drive me crazy and get on my last nerve, but for some reason, I still looked forward to hanging out with him. No matter how mean or how much I snapped at him, he still wanted to be around me. I remember so many random conversations about any and everything.
One day after dropping the HS students off to their class, we went to a computer lab to watch Lion King. I finally agreed to cornrow his hair, but keep in mind it was very short. So, after I did about three cornrows, I either lost interest or just gave up and left that man looking crazy. I don’t remember why I never finished his hair, but he’ll never let me forget that day. I admit that was wrong and mean of me, but one of these days I’ll make it up to him. Even though he’ll never admit it to me I know he loved his messed up hair deep down inside.
Our friendship always had a hint of flirtation, but that was just our personalities. Somehow our differences and strong personalities just made our friendship feel right and natural, it never required work. He always made me feel comfortable and safe to be my weird self. It was like a long lost friend, I was getting to know again. Even though at the end of the summer we didn’t talk as often and I thought we would probably never be that close, and only talk occasionally. The following semester I treasured the memories from the summer and enjoyed talking to him.
…But the summer was only the beginning of our story.