Studoc and I met at a church activity at a roller skating rink surrounded by our friends. While skating in the middle of the rink, a guy friend of mine bet me 3 dollars to ask "that guy sitting down over there" (pointing at Studoc) to skate with me. I didn't know him, but being the starving college student I was, 3 dollars may as well have been the lottery. Plus, "that guy over there" was really good-looking . (Win-win!) So against all my rules of never "making the first move," I went up to Studoc and asked him to skate with me. We skated and talked nonstop for the rest of the night about anything and everything. We just clicked.
The end of the night came, and everyone loitered around outside the rink. I chatted with my girlfriends to stall and give Studoc time to come up and ask for my number. What was taking him so long? We talked all night and he still hasn't asked for my number! Finally, when girl conversation died out and I felt I did my job to make myself available, I walked across the parking lot towards my car and thought "Well, if he really wants my number, he'll get it somehow."
The moment I reached my car and opened the door, I saw Studoc SPRINTING across the parking lot towards me. That image is forever burned into my memory. It was like the end of a cheesy chick flick where the guy has to chase after and catch the girl thereby solidifying the relationship. I loved it! He hardcore ran full speed allllll the way to where I was, in front of his teasing guy friends, because he had to get my number and see me again. (He was too nervous earlier.) So now our joke is that even though I technically made the first move and asked him to skate, he still had to literally RUN after me.
A year later we got married in the San Diego LDS Temple. Five years of marriage and one baby later, we still can't get enough of each other...all because of a bet for 3 dollars. Which I still have yet to receive! :)
One important lesson I took home from the story of how we met is that amazing things can happen when and how you least expect it. I went into that skating rink feeling seriously confused about my dating life, and finding my future husband that night was the absolute last thing I expected. But everything happens for a reason. I was where I was supposed to be.
I also relate it to medical school. If you had told me a few years ago that we'd move to this city in California and be attending medical school, I'd have said you're on crazy pills. Not that this city isn't beautifully lovely--just completely unexpected. But everything happens for a reason. And I take comfort in knowing that right now I am where I am supposed to be.
And that maybe someday I'll collect those well-deserved 3 dollars.