The Story of Us.....Meeting

Like I have said before, I want to capture my memories. Why I don't know, but I just feel this urge. So, to accurately start my memories, I must start with how our little family began. To do that properly, I have to start with David and I. Our beginning.
If you asked people where we meet, some would say school, others the mall. Both are right but walk hand in hand in a weird way only people who worked at Bristol Mall would/could understand. I remember the first time I saw David. It was a pre-algebra class my first semester of college. Yeah, you read that right pre-algebra. I hate math. Actually, I loath it with a deep deep dark hate. So, it fit. David was sitting across the room from me. He had his elbow propped onto the table and his fist were encircling his mouth. I did notice he kept glancing at me but did not think much about it. He had on a white t-shirt ( I believe said something about guitars) and camo shorts. A girl I had meet earlier in the day became my first "college" friend. She kept commenting on him and how he must like me. I would say Whatever, I could careless, I have a boyfriend, etc. Some truth in this, but lies too. He worked at the toy store and I worked at J.C.Penney's. My first job ever. I loved it. I had the most awesome boss at the time. She knew I had come from school and would let me go to the "food court" and get something and bring it back. During these many times, David always seemed to be getting something to drink at the Cookie Company. I told him many years later I knew he "planned" it. He just says Yeah, your right. He only holds the truth in that.
I tell all the above to let you know the background of our actual meeting. See even though we were in the same class and worked at the same facility, we never talked. We "meet" May 1998. I now worked at the customer service desk at the mall. David was doing some kind of "errand" for the toy store, and I was reading "The Firm" by John Gresham. We introduced ourselves, talked, and laughed. David left and came back a few minutes later to ask me out. I told him I had a boyfriend. All true because I had someone I was interested in and vice-verso. Looking back, how I wish I had gone out with him, I know my life would have taken a different course. Not a bad one, just a better one. I later found out David's friend had come up earlier to make sure I wasn't engaged because he had planned to asked me out.
The summer passed and no appearances from him again. I had a full course load in the Fall. I was excited. I had a deal with my parents about straight A's and the possibility of my own apartment. So, of course, I was game. I went from 9 to 3 on MWF. My last class of the day was Humanities with Ms. McMillian. Low and Behold who was sitting there when I walked in, none other than my future husband, David Roberson. I sat right beside of him. I thought I had a "friend" to talk to. He on the other hand was ready to bail out of class because we shared it. I still do not know why he stayed but I am so glad he did.
During this class, a quick friendship blossomed. He went out of his way to do things for me that I was too dumb to pick up on. He would come visit me at the mall and just talk. I would try to make him jealous with stupid stories of other guys and they just didn't work. Or at least, I didn't think they did. He later told me that they did. All this time I tried everything to get him to asked me out. Nothing worked. So, I decided for once to take matters into my own hands. I made the first call.........