We're discussing the fascinating tale of Andi & Studmuffin, remember? Of course you do!
Well, the second time we met that we both remember, was at a basketball game. I was a cheerleader. He was there with some friends from college who were from my hometown. It was some sort of play-offs. I only remember, because I saw him a couple of days in a row this time.
So. I'm a cheerleader. I see a cute guy. I go over to chat with my dear friends who just happen to be in college and just happen to be sitting next to Cute Guy I Don't Know. I have a seat. We chat awhile. I learn his name is Studmuffin. Just kidding! To learn how he came up with Studmuffin for a name, click here! I return to cheering.
The game is over. My friend Sabra and I were pretty much joined at the hip in this period of our lives. We decided to ride around. Somehow, at some point, we decide to ride around with college guys and Cute Guy. I end up in the back seat. Between Cute guy and his future college roommate, Shaddon. We were having a great time. Sabra was driving, I was sitting next to Cute Guy. He pops out a beer. He imbibes. He rests it on my knee. "Hmmm.....He thinks he's pretty cool doesn't he?" I casually move my leg so it's no longer his beer rest. (BTW, I hate beer. I hate how it smells. I hate how it tastes. I hate beer. Putting it on my leg earned him no points whatsoever.)
Curfew time came. I got into my car, the lovely hatchback Ford Escort, and went home.
The next night of the area playoffs arrives. I see Cute Guy across the way. He was with his parents that night, although I didn't know that at the time. I approach him. Yes. I was a very friendly girl. Not forward. Friendly. That's my story....
I give him a friendly shoulder punch, "Hi! How are you?"
He turns slightly green and winces. It seems Cute Guy made some very bad choices the night before. He and his friends had wrecked his pickup the night before on a dirt road. They were going about 20 mph, fishtailing and laughing, when the pickup sloooowwwwwlllllyyyy tipped over. On the driver's side. It seems Cute Guy dislocated his collar bone in both joints and cracked 2 ribs when his college friends fell on him! He learned a very valuable lesson, and that's all we'll say about that.
Sadly, we hardly spoke that evening after that. He was with his parents after all, so "dragging main" with us was out of the question........
to be continued....