This is how Mr. Kuz and I met-a true love story (ha!) It wasn’t in a bar, but pretty close.
I had moved across the state to attend my last 2 years of college. A few months into my junior year, I went out one night (by myself -I have no idea why, but I do weird things like that sometimes), and ran into a friend that I hadn’t seen since last year. We talked and proceed to drink large quantities of beer. Somewhere in that beer fun, I asked what they (him and his buddy who had shown up) were doing the next day. They said pheasant hunting at another friends farm. Now, I like to hunt. I wouldn’t admit it to anyone, but I was also feeling a little homesick for my own farm and all the bells and whistles that came with it. In my inebriated state I asked to come with. I am not sure what they thought, but they said “what the hell-why not! We closed down the bars and they said they would pick me up at 8 (that’s in 5 short hours). 8 a.m. came along and NO ONE! Several calls and two hours later, we were on our way. Pit stop on the 5 minute drive included a beer stop and a shell stop. We got to the farm and I was happy again. I had cattle and tractors and a 4-wheeler and dogs and a long list of things that I missed seeing while being stuck in a 10×20 hole they call a dorm room. We walked into the house (which reminded me of one of the ranches in a John Wayne movie) and then I just had to force myself from staring at this insanely hot, cute and just all over drool-worthy man. Yup, I was sucker punched.
We may have run into each other at a couple parties, but never talked. “Why” you ask. HE DID NOT TALK! About an hour into our day, I tried to talk to him. Now, I have kind of low self-esteem. I was picked on a lot in high school and my dad and uncles were not much nicer. I was never the “pretty one” or even the cute one or funny one. I was the person who guys came to see if my cousins had boyfriends, or the one who people took along because I (supposedly), never got in trouble. (That’s not true. I just never got caught). We lived in a small community and I had 6 cousins in the same school as me, and all were within 5 grades of me. I was also the one who guys got dared to ask out and then they would make fun of me for believing them…yeah high school was a blast.
Anyway, back to the story. I introduced myself and he SAID NOTHING. I tried to make a joke…NADA. I just gave in to my old notion that this was another good-looking guy who was kind of full of himself and wouldn’t talk to me. Oh well. I gave up completely. I didn’t need more reasons for my self-esteem to go lower. I was still having fun with my other friend and I got to drive the 4-wheeler. BONUS! We waited all day for other people to show up (it must have been a rough night all around) and then went hunting…where I proceeded to made the biggest ass out of myself. See, my dad has a license to train dogs with pheasants. When we go hunting on our property at home, we are allowed to shoot hens. I was feeling so at home, I forgot not to shoot at the hens. Somebody yelled HEN! I shot…confused looks and then huge laughs followed. Oh well, I said. No harm done. I had missed anyway. I also didn’t do anymore shooting for the rest of the day.
Part 2-the night and the next day coming soon!