How We Met

It wasn't a matter of if, it was when. Marc and I ran in the same circle of friends for YEARS! Our paths should of crossed on many occasions but something always came up!

Okay fade in on a boy and girl, they are both in the same coffee shop. The girl, is ahead of the boy in the line, waiting for her turn and finally she orders and she goes to pay for her drink and her cash falls to the floor, she goes to pick it up, the kind gentleman behind her reaches for it simultaneously. As they both kneel, they lock eyes and share a tender moment, they exchange names and from then on it's history they live happily ever after! End scene. I know that sounds quite lovely but that wasn't my epic romantic meeting of my husband it wasn't anything cutesy but it was a chance encounter that I am grateful for.

As I said in the opener, Marc and I have a lot of the same friends! There have been gatherings and parties that we would of met each other at years ago and one of us or both of us could not make it. Sometimes we sit and recall different events, that we were mutually invited to, and try and remember what we were doing on those nights. It's our couple game. Marc told me about how he heard of me from some of his friends in passing and even one time was a plus one to one of my gatherings but last minute went to a friends anniversary party! I remember that same day our friend Daniel, asked if he could bring a friend and I had obliged only for Daniel to show up sans friend. I didn't think much of it but now knowing that man was going to be my husband, I'm like, "really Marc? Couldn't of swooped in any earlier? " Alas I am selfish like that, I want as much time with Marc as possible so any extra months with him would of been appreciated. So this was early June 2015, let's skip to November 13, 2015 when we actually met.

Let me lay out the scene: It was a cloudy day with light rain, I'm supposed to be meeting a group of friends at Top Golf in Alpharetta for a fun casual night. I got off work and was tired but I had the energy to shower and throw makeup on but my wet hair I just pinned back, I mean it's just my friends and I don't have to impress those fools (just kidding love you all, literally half were in or involved in my wedding). I had a sweatshirt and a jacket and old jeans and beat up flats. I was running a little late but it's whatever. I arrive and we're hanging out waiting for everyone and I see this guy that came with some of the guys. I know he's part of our group but I never met him before. He's cute and seems like he's just doing his own thing but also doesn't want to interrupt anybody. So it's me, my sister, our bestie-almost-brother Papo, and Alexa and we are in a semi circle talking and finally after seeing this guy being shy and hanging around, I call to him, " Hey! I'm Morgan, what's your name?". It was there in that moment, we shook hands and he said, "Hey, I'm Marc!" and we all got to talking.

I'm not going to say we hit it off and started dating right away but we sure did make a bond. The next 7 months, we managed to exchange numbers, hang out at each others houses, learn everything about each other, talk every day and about anything. Music, books, high school, the future, dreams, even other members of the opposite sex. I distinctly remember both of us giving advice to the other about the opposite sex. Some of my friends were trying to set me up with this other guy but he always couldn't make it to outings where I was out. Who did I ask about when it came to what would be cute summer attire that a guy wouldn't think is trying to hard? If you guessed Marc Andino Bermudez, you win a million dollars! Marc asked for advice on how to get to know this other girl, things didn't flourish with them.

Bottom line we were the centers of each others lives.We always answered each others texts and calls, we video chatted all the time, loved to spend time together, and if we couldn't hang we were bummed. SO BUMMED. Marc was a cool guy, quieter but if you got him one-on-one he had a great personality, big heart, and a hilarious sense of humor. We were falling and we didn't know it. So the turning point was Courtney and I had friends from Hawaii coming and they stayed for 9,10 days and between our jobs and plans with the Hawaiian friends and everything. I was so tired and Marc and I couldn't hang out until this Weezer and Panic! at the disco concert, which we were both attending. Marc found me in the concert despite my dying phone and a packed Lakewood amphitheater ( we were general admission on the lawn and a whole bunch of us like 50 of us were attending the concert). We got to grab pizza at Fellini's after and it was the first time seeing each other in a while.

Well the Hawaiians leave, and there's this graduation party. It's 20's era themed and I was dressed to the nine's! Marc was acting weird texting me telling me he thought I looked really pretty. I was like O-K, friend, you are acting weird good sir. Still, it felt good he said that. Anyways, we made plans to see each other the next day. Next day rolls around and I went to Marc's parents house to meet up and hang out with him and his sister. Things didn't go as planned we didn't end up going out to the drive in theatre in Atlanta,as planned and Marc was acting all sorts of erratic because he was frustrated we had to stay in. He had been excited to take me and was upset. I called him out on his behavior and he said he would explain later. Later comes, later as in we had already hung out and I had driven back home to my house so it's been some hours, and he calls me up reveals the motherland of secrets.

Marc calls me up, breathing heavy, voice full of anxiety and he tells me he has feelings for me and that I'm his best friend and he doesn't want to mess anything up with or dynamic and relationship but he feels he has to atleast ask me on a date because he has to see what this is. At this point I was a wreck. I never truly dated ( I mean I was in a weird twisted flirtationship for almost a year with some other guy before I met Marc but other than that I was inexperienced). I didn't want things to get weird but I also knew it was time for us to decide. Nevertheless, panicky old Morgan asked to hang up and call back with an answer after I got my thoughts together. He agreed so I hung up, prayed, thought, and called him back and agreed to go out. I asked when and he said a week from that day. That day was June 26th and it was the beginning of every joy possible!

It made all those times we missed meetings, meaningless, because finally we had come together like we should have been. It was the start of us being known as Marc and Morgan. It was one of the most life changing moments. If I have caved to fear or if he had never asked, we wouldn't be where we are now. Or worse if we had been content in just being friends and had never given romantic love a chance we could still just be friends, wasting time not being in love! I think we met, became friends, fell in love, got engaged, and married in the best time possible.

I tell Marc this all the time, I couldn't see myself with anyone else. I couldn't let my walls down or be so bold as to agree to date to him so quickly if we hadn't been friends before. If it hadn't felt so genuine and like a normal progression of events. If I hadn't gotten the chance to know him and him to know me I don't think we would of meshed so well. I married my best friend. He will always BE my best friend and he always WAS my best friend. He was the missing piece in my life that I never saw coming and so many things could of pushed us apart early on but instead we came together because we valued each other. I thank God Marc never moved to Florida like he had been planning when we first got together! I am ecstatic I went to Top Golf that night in November. I cry at how I said yes to going out and let myself be vulnerable. I grin at all the moments we have shared and will share. I laugh at how worried I was because now I am attached to the hip of this man. My man. I found the one my soul loves and he is a wonderful, kind, creative, handy, spiritual, intelligent, funny, hardworking man. Meeting Marc was the best thing that ever happened to me.

So this was the story of how we met, first impressions, how our friendship was, how we became more than friends. I hope you enjoyed. Marc has agreed to write his version of events and I will post that on Monday so you can see his side of our coupling.