My Two Writing Teachers colleagues and I are hosting the 15th Annual March Slice of Life Story Challenge, in which teachers from around the world participate by posting a story per day.
I learned a new thing today! Maybe everyone already knows what a meet-cute is, but I had never heard the phrase until today. It’s when two characters meet in a charming way that leads to a romantic relationship—like in a romcom. (However, when I say or hear the word aloud, I can’t not hear “meat-cute” which actually sounds disgusting).
My husband and I met in a charming way, so I guess we had our own meet-cute. (Not meat-cute).
Picture it. 1999. Burlington, Vermont. It was the summer before my senior year in college. I had just turned 21 and I was having coffee with a friend, Maya, at a sidewalk cafe on a beautiful sunny, August morning.
I looked up from our table to see a tall guy, with jet black hair, wearing sunglasses, walking up to our table.
“Ooooh that’s Brinton,” Maya said in a low voice. “I have to introduce you to him.” She said this in a way that meant You’re going to like him.
I can’t really remember what else anybody said, except that he stood next to our table and when he took off his sunglasses, he looked right at me the whole time he was talking. Like in a really, really obvious way. And instead of being annoyed, or creeped out, I looked right back at him and everything seemed to go in slow motion—just like in a rom com.
Anyway, that’s how we met. That’s my meet-cute moment!