How i met A by Kayla Collins

Young love is a terrible thing. It makes you doubt your looks, curse your mother for that dress she forced you to wear and miss out on slices of chocolate cake because your tummy is full of butterflies!

The first person who I remember ever having strong feelings for was a guy called A (sorry, I can't use his full name because he'll probably see this someday lol). This was way back when I used to live in Nigeria. It was my first day at my new school in Lagos. For everyone who has gone to school in Lagos, I had just started SS1...for everyone else I had just started 10th grade. Of course I was super late so everyone else had chosen a really good seat, and being a "studious girl" I was so frustrated that the first row of seats were filled! The only open spots were these two seats right at the back, in fact, they were so far back that they blended quite well into the shadows. Shy and quiet as I was, I contentedly scurried away to the one of the seats and glowered as I unpacked my bag, all while enduring the endless whispers of "is that the new girl", "she looks silly", "she doesn't look nigerian".....

And just when I thought the worst was over, he walked in, bag slung on one shoulder, looking like he owned the damn earth as everyone (the girls) in class became giddy with excitement. He stopped, swept over the class and shrugged as he realized there were no seats left, well except the one right next to me. I pretended to look for something in my bag as he came closer, I was so nervous that I nearly jumped when he sat right next to me me and tapped me on the shoulder.

A: "Are you new here? I've never seen you before"
Me: "Yes"
A: "What's your name"
Me: "Kayla"
A: "Okay, well can I borrow you pen?"

I picked up my pen (my only pen) from my desk and handed it to him.
A: "Thanks Kayla"
Right before the first period, A hands me back my pen. He tells me that he knew I only had one but he was just trying to test me. I nearly choked, partly because I couldn't believe i had given away my only pen to some guy and also because he had the nerve to taunt me like that. It was about two months into that school year that A and I had pretty much gone from seat mates to soul mates. We did everything together, laughed together, sat in the cafeteria together, got punished together (yes, we both knelt down under the hot sun - Nigerian style) and talked to each other at bedtime, until my mother found out and banned me from using the phone.

My parents were moving to Georgia right after the term ended, and I was crushed to have to leave especially since A and I would never see each other again. We met in our classroom, right after everyone had left to go home and I cried like a baby. I had never hugged a boy before that day, so hugging A was the most nerve-racking but beautiful feeling ever! But the real shocker came when A touched my face, inched close and then kissed me right on the lips. Actually I was scandalized! Those movies on M-Net failed to prepare me for what I experienced! But looking back, it was a lovely kiss. I was only fourteen but I know that A was definitely my first love.

*****UPDATE: We're really good friends now though, we actually met up two months ago with my current boyfriend who I love more than life :-) Still, young love is awesome.

How I met Jay by Anonymous

I was walking home from school one evening after having a biology practical. Those practicals never fail to drain the life out of me. I just wanted to get on the bus, go home, cry and wish I never took biology. On this dreadful day, the bus decided to be late. I was pissed off. When it finally came, I got on it, went to the back seat, put in my headphones, stretched out my legs and sat there fuming with anger. I hadn’t been on the bus for 20 seconds when I drifted off to sleep. The only thing I can remember was a tap on my shoulder saying that the bus had reached the last stop and everyone had to get off.

But my stop is the third to the last stop. I was so embarrassed that I had fallen asleep on the bus but I was even more embarrassed that the person who woke me up was not the bus driver but the guy I had a huge crush on. We usually get off at the same stop and I wondered ‘errr why didn’t you get off at our stop’. In the whole confusion of being awoken in such a manner, I managed a smile and said ‘oh really? Thank you’. I got up quickly, got off the bus and crossed the road back to the opposite bus stop so I could get another bus back to my house. I sat on the bench at the bus stop and leaned against the wall. I startled when someone said ‘hey you ok?’ turning around, who did I see, MR CRUSH lol. The first thing that came to my mind was ‘awww what a cutie. He didn’t get off at our stop because he was worried that I wasn’t getting off’ (lol I’m such a cringe fest) but the next thing was ‘he probably has a video of you sleeping and drooling all over yourself on the bus’. I didn’t know what idea to go with. I replied ‘yeah I am. Just tired from school’. He was like ‘ok cool’. He sat on the bench as well and we both waited in silence for the bus. I have never felt so awkward in my life.

After about 30 minutes of waiting, he told me that he didn’t think the buses were going to come seeing that it was about 8pm and at this time of the night, the buses in Stonebridge tend to do whatever they like. I was like oh, I will probably have to sit here till tomorrow then. He laughed and suggested we walk home together. It was like a 30 minute walk from the bus stop to where we both lived. I hate walking but heyyy my crush was offering to walk me so why not.

We started walking and having a conversation was so easy. In that short period of time, we talked about the dumb ass buses, college, university and other things. His house was a few blocks from mine but he offered to walk me to my house to make sure I was safe according to him. I found that so cute and I smiled deep within me lol. When I got to my house I said thank you to him and we exchanged numbers and said our goodbyes. I couldn’t contain my joy and even when I was tucked in bed, I couldn’t still comprehend what had happened.

Few minutes before midnight I think, I got a text from J saying it was nice talking to me and I was so easy to talk to and bla bla bla. If any of my friends happened to tell me that a guy texted them that, the normal me would just hiss and tell them that all guys do it so its nothing special. But that night, I guess I was not normal. I smiled like a lunatic. I made sure I waited 20 minutes before texting back. I don’t know why I do that but I always do it with guys. That was one long ass wait but I finally texted back and said he was fun to talk to too. We continued texting and I asked him why he didn’t get off the bus at our normal stop. He said that he saw me sleeping X_X and he wasn’t sure whether to wake me up or not when the bus was approaching our stop so he just thought he stay on the bus with me and make sure that I get off the bus when it gets to the last stop. How cute J. I can’t remember what else we talked about after that but I know I didn’t sleep till about 4am and I didn’t even feel any guilt that I was going to bed at that time when I had to be at college for 9am.

So did he ask me out? Of course he did, after about a month of intense texting, few calls and him walking me home a couple of times. Are we still going out? Yes J. We had our one year anniversary about a week ago (lol how gay). He is the funniest and most caring boyfriend ever. I sense we would soon be breaking up tho seeing as we are both going off to different universities in September. But till then, we’ll see how everything goes xx

How I met Her by Leon Staples

I was 17 and a broke student in Paris. It was Christmas time, my first winter in Paris. One Sunday evening, I went out with a good friend to the Champs Elysees Avenue.

Along the way, we ended up in the Virgin Megastore just to soak up the festive mood and if nothing else at least pretend we were seriously considering buying the whole store.

This is when I saw her. She wore a long, bright ‘Ferrari’-red coat, a white flurry scarf and brown knee-high boots. Her skin was smooth cocoa, her eyes were pure white and her hair jet-black. I stood still for what seemed like an eternity as I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I felt instantly consumed by her beauty, my head was burning.

I had never seen such a beautiful woman. Here was the woman of my dreams, my future wife (she didn't know it yet) and she was standing only a few yards away. She was so delicately elegant and serene.

I inched closer, sizing up my prey, psyching myself up and getting ready to make my move. I gave her a couple of furtive glances, mainly to check for any oversized boyfriend lurking in the shadows. Clear. I noticed a couple of smartly dressed men loitering around and they appeared to be drooling over her.

One of them was clearly getting ready to make a move and i couldn't let that happen.. not this time. The race was definitely on then, the battle would be short and I was not going to come out second or third best.

Suddenly she turned towards me and our eyes met for the briefest moment. That was it. I had no choice but to move in for the kill or be killed. Now was the time to become a man.

I went to her and said apologetically how beautiful I thought she was and how foolish i was to dream of such an impossible romance. She gave me the softest smile, said 'thank you' and asked my name.....

Her name was Ebla, she was 28 years old from Kenya. She asked me to walk her out. We slowly walked up the Champs for 10 minutes under the christmas lights to the metro. The air was mild. For once, I wished it would snow so we could cuddle up but it didn't. Damn.

She said i made her wish she was 10 years younger. I said it didn't matter but she just smiled again.

Before she left, she added I had the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen. Clearly, my seduction gameplan was working.

She sealed our brief encounter with a kiss and waved me 'adieu' as the metro sped away towards St Cloud. I stayed on the platform, for a few minutes taking it all in. I never saw her again.

I was a boy, she was a woman but that was our magic moment. I walked back to my friend, feeling like a billion dollars for I had conquered her heart.

As I told my friend the story, he started staring at me. I said ‘what’s up Joe?’ and he replied: ‘Nothing. I’d just never noticed your eyes before, fool!’.

How I met him : C. Okafor

Love the series ladies!

You know in romantic movies when the leading lady meets "that guy" and the soundtrack comes on and you know they are about to envelope each other in a tantalizing smooch?. Yea that has never happened to me lol BUT I have come pretty close a couple of times!!!
I met Yummy (that was my name for him because he was quite delish) a while back in college. I remember it was a Saturday night and my roommates had left for the weekend and i was alone in our apartment, another friend of mine had stayed on campus that weekend so she came over to chill and we were watching girly movies and doing our nails and stuff, when he called to invite her to a party he was throwing at his house that night. Naturally she begs me to come along because she didn't want to go alone and not know anyone there and i honestly wasn't in the mood to take out the rollers in my hair or put on makeup but i agreed and decided to go.

He came to pick up because his house was quite far from our school and he was a total gentleman, I remember he stepped out of the car and gave my friend a hug and I gave him a double take thinking "Gatdamn". She introduced us and hopped in the car to fix her makeup and he just stood there looking at me and holding my hand and said "Nice to meet you C...you look very pretty"..I probably blushed i don't remember (lol) ..I nodded and quickly hopped in the back seat..I was a little awkward back then haha.When we get to his place, my friend sees someone she knows and escapes leaving me standing outside with him and as we walk towards the basement, i could feel his eyes on me but of course i had to play it cool so i asked him where i could get something to drink and he told he would go get it, so i just chilled..standing in the corner and watching everyone dance and he came over with my drink and just kept looking at me.

In my mind I'm like "i hope i dont have something on my face" so i turned to him and asked him why he wasn't out on the dance floor being a good host and having fun, he said he was having a lot of fun standing next to me.. I nodded again...I swear i was like an agama lizard that day lol ..I finally summoned the courage to look up at all 6'3 of him and i was hooked. He had the most beautiful lips...pink and perfectly shaped. He saw me staring and licked them..i quickly looked away but of course my shakara cover had been exposed. He asked me if i wanted to dance and of course i said yea...so we found our way to the dance floor and he put his arm around my waist and whispered "I've been waiting for this all night". Jisos...The guy was pulling out the big guns lol..I still remember Foxy Brown and Blackstreet's "Gotta get you home" was playing when we danced...Lets just say..i showed him what my mama gave me haha.

We danced for the most of the night until my friend finally showed up again and asked if i was ready to go (apparently her ex had showed up and they had got into a fight Lawddd) I said sure and he looked disappointed. Anyways we got ready and hopped into his car to go..we were really quiet on the way back because my friend was fuming on the phone with her dude but Yummy kept looking at me through the rear view mirror and he had the tiniest twinkle in his eye, I knew i was a goner with this boy.When we finally got to my face, my friend says a hasty bye to him and runs into the building and i stand there with him.

He asks me if i had fun and i say "Yea it wasn't bad". Shakara was back on in full force..He laughed and started walking towards me and my mouth went totally dry...The physical attraction between us was electric, He cupped my chin with his hand and gave me soft kiss on his lips..he tasted like sweet mint and my knees went weak (corny i know). I had to escape so i told him it was getting late and i wanted to check on my friend, he ignored me and wrapped me in his arms before finally giving me a kiss on the forehead and saying he wanted to see me again, i gave him my number and quickly dashed into my building before anything else happened."

How I met MR X - Nneka

HOW I MET MR. X.

I had just arrived at the Murtala Muhammed International Airport to catch a flight back to DC after a lovely xmas vacation with my family. As I made my way to the check in counter, my mind wandered to all those fairy tale stories you hear about, you know the ones, where “boy meets girl on the plane and before the flight lands, they are hopelessly in love” (cue soundtrack!) Of course those situations never happen to me or anyone I know, but they do happen right??!??

Well I boarded my Virgin Atlantic flight and settled in for the five plus hours to London before I had to connect to another British Airways flight bound for Dulles International Airport. As I sat in my window seat, and started unpacking my travel companions, (ipod, check! Magazines check! Ear plugs, check!) I noticed someone had dropped their hand luggage beside me and that’s when I saw him, Mr. X. Handsome, dark-skinned, lovely smile, perfect teeth, dressed down in blue jeans, a white T-shirt and a pair of leather slippers, a total HOTTIE!! I couldn’t believe my luck! For the next five minutes I feared that the flight attendant would walk up to us and tell him he was infact seated in the wrong place. As we got ready to take off, he turned to me and introduced himself, I still felt like it wasn’t really happening, like this was all in my head or something.

From take off to touchdown, we talked about EVERYTHING, the conversation never stopped, for the first time on an international flight my entertainment console remained unused, because we just couldn’t stop talking. Till this day I have never had that type of instant connection with anyone else. As we touched down in Heathrow, he asked to see me again, but I knew it was a bad idea, not only did he live in London, while I lived in DC, but I also had a boyfriend waiting for me as well. He walked with me to baggage claim and just as we got ready to say our goodbyes he said he had a confession to make. He said he had seen me check-in at the airport in Lagos and after I left the counter he went up to the ticket agent and begged her to switch his seat so he’d be next to me!! If that wasn’t an “awwwww” moment I don’t know what is. We finally said our goodbyes and he gave me his number since I refused to give him mine. I never called him and never saw him again, but I’ve never forgotten about Mr. X.

How I met him by Damilola W

October 2008... first lecture, new city, new degree. Scanned around class to see if I could recognize anyone I knew but nope all new faces...
Question and answer session - lecturer "can someone tell me what theory is best used for this case? Anyone? Anyone at all?" Then a voice with a Caribbean accent (which sounded more American initially) started talking. I turned back (normal reflex when anyone is answering a question) and there he was... Caramel, brown eyes, clean shaved with the perfectly cut hairline.. He got my attention and certainly the attention of every other female in class...
Fast forward to the last finals and still, we had never said a word to each other. I decided the night before that I had to at least say hi for the first time since that would obviously be the last time I see him(apparently he was thinking the same thing).
Exams are over and everyone begins to disappear. I looked around and didn't see him (I thought - God, why).... So I went back to the exam hall and just as I pushed the door, I mistakenly hit him and said "oops sorry", (wasn't expecting to see him just like that). I acted like I was looking for someone else for a second and then left....
What the hell did I just do?? I told myself. That was my only chance and I blew it. Luckily, a friend wanted me to hang around for a bit and I saw him lurking around. Then he comes to me and says "hi, I just wanted to say hello since I never had the chance to, all year. I think you're really beautiful........." (While he was talking with that oh so sexy Caribbean accent, just like Taye diggs on how "Stella got her groove back".... All I was thinking was whyyy?? Why this late, I can't believe I'm not gonna see him again and then I hear.....) would you like to come for dinner at my place?? I cook a decent meal...
Now, i know what is required is just how we met but let's just say stella indeed got her groove back and the little one will be here in 5 months

How I met him : Ada E

"Hey 4aces,
Thought it would be fun to share this story with your readers!
x
Ada"

The good ole days…

It was 2nd year of college in NYC and my best friend had just come to America for the
first time on her break from school in London. Obviously very excited and being the
always fill-every-moment-with-activity host, after a Broadway show we decided to
stop by the tents on Bryant park since it was fashion week. Manhattan gets way
crazy fun during fashion week. Anyway, so we go and join the crowd outside the
tent were just enjoying being part of all the festivities when I mentioned to my
friend that I wish I knew who the designer showing that evening was.

As soon as I said that a voice from behind us said, “I can get you the program” So I’m thinking to
myself who is this person that is obviously a regular folk standing outside like us,
saying he can get us the program?? Like negro plssss lol - So I turn around and I’m
like “oh that would be great” but to my amazement he left d mob that we were all in
and walked right through the tent’s security (stopped to give them the usual
handshake & shoulder bump), and came out with 2 programs. I was like “hmm ok.”
Mind you this whole time I’m not thinking anything of this guy, he’s kind of cute but
its evening time, he’s got a funny-hipstercool-hat on and its winter so everyone just
looks a bit large from layering. So he starts talking to us, mainly my bff cause she’s
got a Brit accent and she’s pretty much hilarious. The whole time I’m kind of in and
out of the conversation until my friend said something, I turned to laugh and then
caught myself staring at him with a sheepish smile and he’s smiling back and
said “your smile is adorable.” WHERE DO YOU GO FROM THERE!!! If I was white I
would have been so RED! It dawned on me that I had been staring at him a bit
longer than necessary, examining his facial bone structure, which turned out to be
PERFECT…he was a model in the show – omg dumb me (or us).

Fastforward 1 hr we are all laughing, he gets word from one of the security guys that Eve will be arriving in 5mins, we are sophomores in college SO we get overtly excited. By the way Marc
Jacobs is showing that night, Eve comes through and the security (who are his good
friends) let us take pictures and talk to her, Kanye West & his then babe Alexis
Phifier come through and says a good 5 mins what’s up (fist and shoulder bump
included) to our stranger friend. By the end of the amazing evening, the stranger’s
equally gorgeous friend joins us and we’re all laughing outside the Mercedes Benz
tent, having an all around good time. We even hugged them both goodbye and
numbers exchanged. Two days later we all double dated for the best dinner date
ever! Bestfriend returned to London but I got myself a model boyfriend for a solid 3
years….ah goodtimes!

Reader Entry: How I met Him

Sent by Isioma Chukwuani:

Hey guys!!! This is so much fun! To begin, let me find a picture for visualization purposes.

This is Rob (I was gonna just say R, but with my igbo accent it sounded quite razz).

So, how I met him... It was the beginning of summer about 2 years ago. I had just started this internship at a psychology research lab working with depression in children. I thought depressed/ suicidal children were fascinating, so when I got accepted into this lab, I had no intention to make any friends, I just wanted to do some research and write articles. Plus, being the only black person always makes me feel awkward, so I wasn't planning on talking to any of my fellow research assistants. As time went by, many days in the lab got very boring, and since I didn't talk to anyone, I decided to draw so that I didn't end up falling asleep. Rob always sat in the prefect position, the sun rays from the window always hit his facial features beautifully, so I would always sketch his face on my notepad. I didn't think I liked him at this point, his face was just perfect to me, so I would draw it. Anyway, one afternoon I was driving home from the lab, rap music playing loud as hell, dancing at the red light, I thought I was alone on the road. I glance to my left, and there he was...waving trying to get my attention/laughing at me. *awkward moment* . I felt so...black! Haha. This red light was so long, so we kept locking eyes with each other, and then shyly looking away. During the rest of my drive back home, I kept thinking of him..'why did he keep looking at me?'...'and his smile, why is it so beautiful?'. The summer eventually came to an end, and we never said a word to each other. By the time the fall semester started, I had completely forgotten about him.

Forgotten about him, until I walked into one of my classes, and there he was! Sitting in the front of the lecture hall, playing with his hair. I didn't know what to do. I text my best friend immediately "Rob is in my class", she was confused. I waited until class was over, and then I purposely bumped into him on my out. "Oh! Isioma, we have class together? Do you want to sit next to me next class? I'll save a seat for you".....My heart melted. So each class, I sat next to him.

{I realize that a "How I Met Him" series should only talk about one romantic encounter, but you see, my life can never be that simple.}

For weeks, I sat next to this boy in class, and everyone, including our professor thought we were a couple. My professor felt joy seeing a biracial couple together, and was never secretive about sending us awkward smiles and winks during class. To Rob and I, this was comedy...in fact, to us a lot was comedy. We had the best conversations about art, music, and movies together. We would send each other texts of quoted lines from 'The Killers', 'The XX', 'The Temper Trap', and even 'Elvis Prestly'. I knew he was my type, he was an artsy kid who painted and rode his bike everywhere, but I didn't want to make the first move. Meanwhile, we were still volunteering in the depression lab, but with different class schedules, we never saw each other except for when we had class together. Until this perfect day. I went into the lab because I had to meet with one of the families and assess them, I thought I was going to be alone, then I opened the door and see Rob, sitting there. He looked so good, I didn't know what to do with myself. I had never seen him dressed up before! But there he was, with his laid back/casual artsy boy appeal dressed up with a tie and all. "Hey Isioma, I came in to help you out, because there are actually going to be two families today, there was an error in the schedule"...I was so excited! We were going to spend about 6 hours together...all alone in this lab, it was a perfect Saturday in my opinion. So we went outside to wait for the families to arrive, and it started raining. Before I could react, he grabbed my hand, and we ran hand in hand to this tree that was close by. We stood close together underneath this tree laughing at ourselves. Then he goes, "Isioma, you look really good today"...my heart stopped, I blushed, I looked into his eyes, and I said "Yea Rob, you look really good too".

*THE END*
--
Isioma Chukwuani
Rutgers University

How I met ****

It all happened one cold winter night in NYC, I had just returned from a much needed jog in Central Park and was looking forward to my evening alone because I had the apartment all to myself for once. Kaven was in DC for the weekend and most of my friends were out of town. The apartment seemed so quiet and lonely without anyone around; still exhausted from my run i laid down on my bed facing the ceiling trying to do a breathing excise I learned from my annoying Yoga instructor.

Breathe in… breathe out… breathe in... breathe out… as I went to take my final breath all of a sudden I heard a loud “BANG” outside my door which scared me half to death.

“Who is it?” I yelled out from my room. “Its 10pm, do you know where your children are?” said the public service announcement from the television behind me. 10pm?… who could this possibly be.

“WHO IS IT!” I yelled again, now a bit terrified.

“Yo It’s D” the voice screamed from behind the door. “Open up I didn’t mean to scare you” he yelled back at me as he laughed out loud to himself, Unamused by his antics a flush of anger boiled over me as I stood up to let him in. (See the problem with having close male friends is the fact that they live literally next door. So having a spontaneous visit from an uninvited guest is normal because boys never call ahead when they are coming over)

Anyways as I stood up to let him in I saw a glimpse of my reflection on the standing mirror across from me… A MESS… i had my hair in a ponytail, a XXL t-shirt on and my old sweat pants from high school. But I didn't care because it was only D at the door… *kanye Shrug* … as I reached for the door knob I heard a second voice with D so I decided to take a peek through the peephole just out of curiosity.

Through the hole I saw a tall shadow behind D… I leaned in closer and saw a man standing in my hallway, he had to be a little over 6’5 for he stood a few inches taller than D who is 6’4 and from what I saw he didn’t look half bad.

"Oh hell no this fool is not bringing one of his sexy friends i haven't met over without calling to warn me first to clean up" i thought to myself.... i was actually so irritated.


I immediately let go of the door knob ran into my room and dived into my closet. From the chaos that is my wardrobe I was able to pull out my cotton knee length, pink spaghetti strap, backless dress... (I love that dress because it’s sexy and cute but yet very casual). I then released my hair from the pony tail… it fell below my shoulders in waves as I brushed it softly down my back. Making sure not to look like I had on makeup (lol) I applied a little bit of powder across my face and pink lip gloss on my lips and of course a squirt of body sprays. Returning to the door I composed myself took one more look at my reflection and casually opened the door.

“Hi D” I said

“Hey what’s up, wow you look great!” he said, I smiled and said “oh really? I just woke up actually” O_O …

“Oh and this is my friend ***” (I’m not even going to say his first initial because unfortunately my male friends read this shit and they know him and I don’t need them making fun of me V_V… WHICH THEY WILL ANYWAYS)

“Hi ***” I said

“Hi” he said with a smile

… as he stepped into the light I took a good look at his face… and I was right he was about 6’6, broad shoulders and built like an Olympic Swimmer. He wore a V-neck white fitted T-shirt that revealed his chiseled chest and arms as a silver dog collar hung casually from his neck. He smiled at me with his Light green eyes as he walked into the apartment and the only thought that went through my head was “HOT DIGGITY DAMN this boy is FIONE!”

About Three long hours had gone by as D sat between us explaining all of the mistakes from his last audition; I nodded with interest in an effort to avoid ***’s eyes as it gazed sharply at me without hesitation, “what the hell is he looking at” I thought to myself “he can’t possibly be looking at me THIS much cause negro i know i AIN'T NO BEYONCE... you better look away!”.

They told me stories about their day and asked about mine, I couldn’t help but listen to *** as he spoke about his goals and ambition in life, he talked about his white mother and black father and his lack of connection to his white side. He had so much passion and charisma, every word he said was followed with a smile as he attempted to make eye contact with me over and over again.

Still avoiding his gaze I stood up and went to the kitchen to catch my breath, and in walks *** with a smile on his face.

“Do you need help?” he asked for he saw me reaching for a glass that was way out of my reach, how It even got up there in the first place was a mystery.

“Sure” I whispered a little flustered by his smile as he easily handed the glass over to me from the shelf. Still avoiding his gaze I took the glass and turned around … about to make my way back to D’s never ending story when I felt a force pull me back. I turned back to see ***’s hand still holding on to the glass while his other hand reached for my face. He was so BIG, so TALL, as he gently stroke my face our eyes finally locked and I couldn’t help but to return his smile. The tension between us was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

“I’m sorry if I’ve been staring at you all night... it’s just that… you are very beautiful and you have such a nice smile ... i'm sure you hear that all the time” he said to me.

O_O.

Still speechless he grasped my hand and pulled me in closer. I stared deep into his eyes; suddenly the room started spinning around me. He leaned closer and whispered "i gotta do this" as he brought his lips against mine gently planting a single kiss on my lips “but I can’t help myself” he said as he released his grip.

Finally realizing what had happened I stepped back a little upset (just a little lol) and pushed him away and gave him a dirty slap!

Outside i was like this

“What is wrong with you” I yelled “who do you think you are, I don’t even know you!”

But inside i felt like ...

“I’m sorry! It won’t happen again” he said as he took a step back from me a little surprised by my reaction. i guess he was use to girl tripping over themselves for him but sorry it ain't even that kind of party son! i thought to myself.
Won’t happen again?? Now wait a minute let’s not be so rash lol but said instead “you're so rude!” as I turned around and returned to D.

He didn’t say much the rest of the night, I avoided his eyes as they searched for mine, finally I grew tired of D’s stories and said goodnight to the boys. As they made their way to the door *** stopped at the door and said “You gotta let me make it up to you…. Dinner… Tomorrow night? Please don’t say no, PLEASE”.

His smile was intoxicating finally giving in I said back “I’ll think about it”.

“Fair enough” he said before existing.

As I closed the door behind me… wellllllsssszzzttt all I could do was

And that was my most romantic encounter.

Can’t wait to hear the rest of the other aces.

Xoxo

Abby
4aces

P.s It's funny because this story sounds like some stupid romantic novel but i didn't know how else to write it... lol ever since twilight every memory of mine has been converted into a novel in my head.

So let me just give you some updates.

Are we still dating - no, and i'm going to be honest with you guys... someone like *** gets infatuated too quickly and most times when the smoke clears you realize there really was nothing there but a physical attraction... which is what happened in this situation. But luckily he's such a nice guy that we have remained friends.

***Ladies send your incredibly romantic "meet cute" stories to 4acesdate@gmail.com!** because this is so fun!

How I met "L"

***It took me all day to remember any romantic first meetings.... then i remembered one, and all these different first meeting memories started flooding my brain. So look out for more - HA!! Its amazing the memories we have locked up in our memory banks. This is all fact, no fiction!*******

How I met “L”

It all began at the Miami Airport. Spring break was over and my little sojourn away from real life had come to a grinding halt. I was waiting to board my flight back to Philadelphia where I would resume suffering and smiling at school. To while away the time I went to a little bookstore in the duty free area to look for something to amuse myself with on my flight. I was trying to decide between buying a magazine or a Sudoku book when a guy walked in and caught my eye. He was tall, he was brown and he was HELLA FINE…and as I tend to, I fell in love at first sight (with his looks) but hey I was in Miami and I was already accustomed to my eyes being assaulted by the beauty of everyone, so I just checked him out for like 5 seconds and went back to minding my business. We caught each other’s eyes several times but I thought to myself ‘what could possibly be worse than meeting someone in an airport and then you guys are flying 1000 miles apart in about 30 minutes” so I kept it moving. I spotted him again later at some point with a gang of friends, so I figured they were all on spring break as well and flying back home.

Fast forward to me having boarded my plane and sitting on my seat and thinking ‘damn im glad noone is sitting beside me, I can fall asleep on 2 chairs.” Who walks into my flight?? YUP! Mr. hottie and his gang of friends. My heart started beating so fast. OMG this guy is going to Philly! But it didn’t end there… he kept walking towards me and I thought “is he about to try and talk to me or something?” but it was even better….apparently the seat beside me was his?! I swear it was like God reached out and handed me a personal gift. Hottie was sitting beside me for this flight? All of a sudden I wasn’t tired anymore… I was also extremely worried (damn this is an early morning flight I know I sure didn’t wake up and pack on layers of pancake on my face, I know my ass looked as tired as I felt after a week of Miami partying) but I sucked it up and thought well, if anything I have eye candy for the rest of my flight which NEVER HAPPENS.

“You know you bought the book I wanted right?” I turned and stared into the molten brown eyes of my dream guy, I almost fainted at the fact he was talking to me. I was scrambling to find my words and reminding myself to lace them with fone (lol) He introduced himself to me and I swear even though the flight from Miami to Philly is only about 2 or 3 hours it felt like we spent several lifetimes talking about everything under the sun. He told me he wanted to talk to me at the bookstore but I looked so uninterested that he didn’t want to get shut down lol (BOY STOP PLAYING) When we landed, He asked if he could give me a ride home from the airport (I immediately text someone just in case he was a serial killer) and he took me home. He didn’t want to leave (and I wasn’t going to let him stay in my place – I lived alone in a 1 br apartment. NAH), so we went to a little gelato shop on the corner of my street and we ended up roaming through the haunts of center city till nighttime!!! Our first date was even WAY more romantic than the way we met (still the MOST romantic date I’ve ever been on), BUT I’m not supposed to go into alla that right? LOL

xx

Oz

How I met T

How i met T.

This is not T but visualize his foine ass for an extra buzz , fellow romance novel readers know the visual is important lol.

I had just moved back to DC after being in NY for almost a year. I was slightly depressed to be back and just not interested in leaving my home. After a year of New york's time warner wack ass cable, coming home to Comcast cable was enough entertainment for me. My male bestie who lived in DC had been bugging me to hang out but I kept rescheduling. I just wanted to stay home, watch ON demand and eat. I was sitting in front of the television when I got a BB from my buddy, by jove he had got it! He hit me up with the right words guaranteed to get me off the couch, "My friend just cooked some bombass food, come over and eat" I knew where I needed to be. I hauled my butt to downtown DC, dressed in denims, a crop tee shirt and sandals, I wasn't trying to be cute, I was just hungry. He had told me it was his friend’s apartment and so I figured I would be polite and bring a bottle of wine, after all, I planned to impolitely GO IN on his food. Once I got to the apartment, I had to check again if I was at the right place, the apartment building was gorgeous. I immediately wished I had worn something different, something more sophisticated, I looked like a teenager! I rang the doorbell and my friend opened the door. I was excited to see him; it had been a year since I last laid eyes on him. He led me into his friend’s apartment and my mouth dropped open. It had the most gorgeous interior, decorated in a safari theme. Usually I would roll my eyes at the whole American guy living in a house with a safari theme, but this was so elegantly done and so tasteful, I couldn’t even hate! It was beautiful. The apartment also housed a variety of note worthy African artwork, from paintings to figurines to books, and as an African art minor, I was really thrilled to recognize art I had studied in class. I was staring at picture of a proud African female warrior when I heard a voice behind me say, "What do you like about it?". I turned around and looked up, way up into a smiling handsome male face. He was slim but well muscled, light skinned with the prettiest brown eyes and he was wearing a button up white dress shirts and pants with slippers. He was so frigging foine. I couldn't even remember if I wore makeup. While I struggled to answer the question like I wasn't FLIPPING on the inside, I kept thinking about the quick dash I needed to make to the bathroom to let down my hair and maybe try and put on some lipgloss O_o. From our conversation I learnt that he owned an art gallery in DC and in London, he was thirty, and most importantly, he made me laugh. I stopped thinking about wanting to look cute and just decided to relax and just have fun because a guy that cute with all of that going for him probably had a girlfriend OR a psycho ex.

We went up to his rooftop and ate the really delicious food he had cooked and it was..so easy to be around him. I wasn't shy or withdrawn as I can be with people I just meet, I felt like had known him forever. He started calling me princess, I started calling him Tremaine as a joke (his real name was just too staid to fit him). My friend excused himself after a moment, after he left, T turned to me and just stared at me without saying anything. He looked at me like ..like he could really see me. He pulled me up to my feet and asked me if i wanted to dance. I was like huh? wait what? and I swear to God on a rooftop of his apartment in DC infront of the setting sun, he pulled me into his arms and we danced to nothing, we just ..slow danced to..nothing. It was so incredibly corny, but I am captain cornball so I loved it. When a man knows me enough THAT EARLY to fulfill my dream, which is to really be the star of my own personal romantic comedy I know I am screwed. Once we got back to his apartment, I decided it was time to go home. My purse was nowhere to be found. After frantically searching for it, I wondered why T was just sitting there not helping me look for it. I asked him. He calmly told me he hid it because he didn't want me to leave. It was a struggle trying to hide my smile. Several threats later, he decided to bring it out on the condition that I promise him dates on saturday AND sunday. He made me sign my promise to hang out with him both days. Honestly dude was tripping because HE DIDNT EVEN HAVE TO ASK. Loll. I guess i am a greater actress than I thought. On my way home I casually sent an SOS message to my girls over at our bb group, a frantic, "hey guys, I am f$%ked, I think I am in love" text.

- THE END :p.

Ladies I would love to hear your stories, send your incredibly romantic "meet cute" stories to4acesdate@gmail.com!

Love is a beautiful thing to celebrate....however short lived hahaha.

- Cookie

The "How I met him" Project

I love the idea of two strangers meeting in some extremely random and incredibly romantic way, and out of every other person they ever met, discovering a stronger undefinable connection that leads to ..to.....to .... _______________ (you fill in the blank)

I read alot of books, yup I do, but if the last scene of my "reading material" doesn't end in my two protagonists wrapped up in a passionate kiss , I just... can't. #Certified cornball.

So there I was, flipping through a battered copy of one of my favorite novels (Paradise by Judith McNaught), when it dawned on me that I was sitting on a veritable gold mine of "how I met him" stories! So in the name of love and all that is romantic, send me your romantic tales of how you met him, it could be a story about your current boyfriend, an ex, your husband, he might be married..to someone else now V_V, but if your "meet cute" was romantic, tell your story and send it to us at 4acesdate@gmail.com and we will share it here for all the fellow romance heads out there!

This could be a running series or an extremely short one, depending on if y'all contribute, so please don't think you have to be the greatest writer to join in, it could be just a couple of lines, as long as it was romantic( in your estimation) share it! I would love to hear it!

Love,

Cookie