The First Time I saw him...  
 
Note: College=University

The first time I saw him I thought if you took a squirrel and a ferret, crossbred them, and gave the offspring lots of caffeine you might get close to how hyper he was. He was literally bouncing off the walls....I wasn't that impressed. His brother on the other hand sitting in the corner organizing his collection of books was quite possibly the most gorgeous man I'd ever seen. Blond dreadlocks and clashing plaid and argyll clothes made his complete comfort with exactly who he was fascinating. Not to mention the fact that all those books he was organizing were for a used book store he ran from his dorm room. In short Eric was far to cool for me to consider. In fact I didn't really like him, I just thought he was amazing. His younger brother Adam (the human bouncy ball) looked like a combination between a pirate and Jesus: unruly long hair and skinny. I found out later (among many other things) that he played a good amount of instruments (pretty well) and like me he was a technical theatre major 
 
I didn't see much of Eric over the next few weeks (my first at what I would fondly refer to as the hellmouth that is Davis and Elkins College), but I did see a lot of Adam. I claim the word weird as something that defines me well. So when I realized  Adam and his friends weren't that different from me I started enjoying hanging out with them. As you can imagine from the way I've started Adam as some point decided he liked me (or alternatively that he wanted to corrupt me, not sure). This I wasn't used to. I had never had anyone like me as far as I knew and I had certainly never been kissed. In fact the summer before I had decided that I didn't want a boyfriend at all. I wanted to focus on classes and God. 

I didn't discourage him. I was a girl who had convinced herself that no guy would ever like me. My low self esteem was amazed at this change of events and happy to have the attention. He wasn't what I would have been looking for if I had been looking. I wanted a short haired, eye-glassed, religious, face in books nerd. (I wasn't asking for much) I was eventually won over by Adam. He was a charming class clown and he enjoyed playing me music. Foreign concept though it may be I told Adam that if we were going to date I didn't want to kiss. If he wanted a relationship then we had to show each other it would work without it being based on the physical. (The idea could have been slightly guided by the fact that I new he had gotten at least one past girlfriend pregnant).  It was a month till he kissed me. After 6 months he was asking me what kind of rings I liked and talking about getting married. At 8 months my mind took over my heart and remember my promise to myself to not date. I told him I had to get re-focused that I had lost all of myself so we took some time apart. Two months later he broke my heart by dating another girl. Now I'm living in a different country and the last thing I heard of him he was dating a stripper. Sometimes first impressions are right.