Once upon a time, on a warm September day in 2003, a boy asked a girl out on a date.
She said no.
He was charming and smart and funny.
But she had laundry to do.
He was persistent.
She finally said yes.
He showed up to her apartment in a pick-up truck with no shoes on.
It was strange.
But he was sweet and thoughtful and brought her a case of Diet Coke.
They went to a Cardinals baseball game...with two other guys.
It was awkward.
Then they went to a bar and sat outside and listened to music.
He bought her a rose.
It was nice.
The lead singer of the band made strange comments to them about having "red eyes" for each other while holding up candles to his face and dancing around.
It was weird.
He drove her home and went inside to met her dog.
The dog tore his flip flops into tiny pieces so he was shoeless once again.
He kissed her goodnight.
It was a perfect kiss.It was September 10th, 2003.
It was the day that changed the rest of my life.
Happy first date-iversary Ryan!
I still have red eyes for you, love.