22 years ago today, I met Michael at a club called The Edge in Orlando, Florida. I met him on the dance floor.
I was with a group of my old high school friends and we were all home and back together after being away for our first semesters in college. It was old wave night and I was loving finally being at this club that I had been wanting to go to for years (I was finally of age) and loving being with familiar faces.
Michael came with one of the guys in the group. They had come straight from their church college group. I was introduced and recognized him right away. He had been a childhood crush.
A bit later, I noticed him standing on the edge of the floor. I marched up. "Why aren't you dancing?" I demanded. "Why ARE you dancing?" he shot back.
We started talking and then talked for hours. We went out back so we could actually hear each other. My ride assumed I left with him and left me. Our relationship started in drama. He got to drive me to find my friend. We used an early 90s cell phone to try to reach her in the middle of the night. I got home way later than curfew, but I had a big smile on my face for I had met an awesome someone.
He made me wait for a week and a half before he called me and we officially went out. After that, I was smitten.
I asked him to do this shot with me. I looked up and said, "Where's the mistletoe?" And he shot back, "We don't need any mistletoe."
