Nina suggested this topic might be an interesting one to post on so i said, what the heck….i’m game.

David and i met in 1993 in high school. We were both in a computer class together with Mrs. Palmer, who incidentally was also my mom’s computer teacher when SHE was in high school! That was so freaky to find that out from my mom on back-to-school night. Anyway, david and i were in this class together. He was the shy, quiet guy that sat towards the front of the class..i was more towards the back and always overly-social…hmmm…imagine that! Our cirriculum in that class was WordPerfect (probably version 5.0 or something ancient like that)— i just remember it was DOS based with the blue screen background and we had to use the function keys to do stuff….no mouse.

Anyway, i’d known OF david but just had never talked to him. I don’t think he even knew i existed. I knew that he’d played football and thought he looked extremely strong and fit (he’s still got the killer legs!) When i think back to how i remember him, i picture him always wearing a cap, jeans and like polo style shirts. Super Cas(ual) – my kinda clothes.

Being the upfront person that i am i remember telling one of his fellow football friends, Daniel, that i thought he was cute and that i “liked” him. (i know …that’s SO high schoolish!) Daniel’s reaction was surprise i think because i believe he went and ratted me out to David. I eventually ended up writing david a note on pink lined paper (i know…once again, so high schoolish!) I am sure i still have the note in my “notes” box along with everything else i saved from high school. I am sure the note was full of random, meaningless conversation. I remember david writing me back and when he passed it to me in the halls of school, he simply handed it to me without saying a word!! We were at this point doing all of our communicating on paper rather than talking.

Needless to say, we eventually ended up talking and hanging out. The next school year we also found ourselves taking several classes together….i remember ALWAYS getting in trouble for talking in Mrs. Stockstill’s Geometry class and in Coach Pittsford’s Art class. (Coach actually gave david more of a hard time than me since he was the athlete).

We were inseperable from then on.