This is a continuation of Meeting Alex - Part 1. These stories of how we met are important to me. I like to remember pivotal experiences of my life with as much detail as I can remember. So even though it's been long enough (5 years) that I've forgotten a lot of the little or (at the time) insignificant details, I want to write down what I can manage to remember!
There are a few stories I never want to forget the details on, though I wish I wrote the back when they were still fresh. I'd have so many more details than I remember now, but better late than never! One of the stories I want to remember is the first day I met my husband in person (we met online).
I realized last night that I've never been much of a "friend-maker." Instead, I'm more of a besties-maker. Throughout the different seasons of my whole life, I've had a smattering of a few different friends but almost always one very close friend who I'd spend most of my social time with (read, like 97%). In fact, even when it came to the few smattering of other friendships, I actually had a habit of thinking them more like acquaintances.
First I'd like to say it wasn't my idea. A group of my friends were having a "sleepover" of sorts (do you still call it that when you're college age?) down in PA. The following day we'd all be starting our second year as counselors at the camp I've mentioned in one of my previous posts. The last time we'd seen each other the summer prior, one of these friends had had a thing going on with a guy who worked with us.