How We Met
Drew and I had many close encounters of being at the same place on the same day for years before we officially met. I had just come out of a three year "I am never getting into another relationship again" hiatus while I concentrated on finishing my bachelor degrees, working part-time and being a full time single mom. About two months before I meet Drew, I had decided it was time to go out and have a little fun, again. I thought the best way to do this was to buy a Barfly Bus Golden ticket to get me out there and meet some new people.
Saint Patrick’s Day 2007 was my second Barfly Bus. A friend of mine, at the time, was hosting one of the buses and I was assisting her with it. While she was helping to check everyone in at the Rialto in downtown Portland, I was up front with her. That’s when I first noticed Drew in line.
Drew and I were doing the "back and forth checking each other out and then pretending that we weren’t" thing. Finally, being as forward as I am, I yelled across the room at him, “Hey! Hey! You?!” Drew looked at me and pointed to himself mouthing, “Me?” I yelled back, “Yes, you! Isn’t your name, Drew?” He nodded yes. I yelled back, “Yeah, I know about you.” Weird thing is I didn’t know him, about him or even who he was. I'm not even sure how I knew his name was Drew. I just knew and I knew he was going to be more than just my next boyfriend.
As Drew was checking in to get on the Barfly bus, I found out he was going to be on the same bus as me since he had also been friends with the Barfly bus host. When we got on the bus, our host was giving a speech about how the bus worked and what you can and can’t do. Any time she mentioned anything that happened to be with another person, I would point in Drew’s direction.
Our first stop was at The Speakeasy. I went up to Drew and asked him if he wanted to be my man for the night. I know, real classy. But, hey, it worked. Drew asked me what that would entail and I told him lots of making-out. He very quickly and excitedly answered, “OK!” We talked a little bit, but no kissing happened, yet.
Our third stop was the Sandy Hut. I was taking pictures with different friends when Drew came up and said we should take a picture together. I said alright and we took a couple together. You could feel the tension between us while the pictures were being taken and they turned out very awkward. When I saw them I told Drew, “There’s too much tension between us to take these pictures. We need to kiss already and get it over with.” He replied, “Right here, right now?” I replied, “Yes.” He grabbed me and we started kissing right there, right then. Our friend, Bryn still had the camera in his hand and took a picture of our first kiss. We’ve been kissing ever since.
Saint Patrick’s Day 2007 was my second Barfly Bus. A friend of mine, at the time, was hosting one of the buses and I was assisting her with it. While she was helping to check everyone in at the Rialto in downtown Portland, I was up front with her. That’s when I first noticed Drew in line.
Drew and I were doing the "back and forth checking each other out and then pretending that we weren’t" thing. Finally, being as forward as I am, I yelled across the room at him, “Hey! Hey! You?!” Drew looked at me and pointed to himself mouthing, “Me?” I yelled back, “Yes, you! Isn’t your name, Drew?” He nodded yes. I yelled back, “Yeah, I know about you.” Weird thing is I didn’t know him, about him or even who he was. I'm not even sure how I knew his name was Drew. I just knew and I knew he was going to be more than just my next boyfriend.
As Drew was checking in to get on the Barfly bus, I found out he was going to be on the same bus as me since he had also been friends with the Barfly bus host. When we got on the bus, our host was giving a speech about how the bus worked and what you can and can’t do. Any time she mentioned anything that happened to be with another person, I would point in Drew’s direction.
Our first stop was at The Speakeasy. I went up to Drew and asked him if he wanted to be my man for the night. I know, real classy. But, hey, it worked. Drew asked me what that would entail and I told him lots of making-out. He very quickly and excitedly answered, “OK!” We talked a little bit, but no kissing happened, yet.
Our third stop was the Sandy Hut. I was taking pictures with different friends when Drew came up and said we should take a picture together. I said alright and we took a couple together. You could feel the tension between us while the pictures were being taken and they turned out very awkward. When I saw them I told Drew, “There’s too much tension between us to take these pictures. We need to kiss already and get it over with.” He replied, “Right here, right now?” I replied, “Yes.” He grabbed me and we started kissing right there, right then. Our friend, Bryn still had the camera in his hand and took a picture of our first kiss. We’ve been kissing ever since.