Part 1 - Her

Summer of 2011 was hard. Really hard. And it wasn't just because I took calculus 2. However, that probably didn't help.

In and out of relationship problems, I was trying to take life by the horns and have the best summer ever with my sister as my roommate in good old Tucson.

"I'm done with boys for a long time" you could hear me say at the beginning of every day. And in the middle. And especially the end.

Can you imagine how frustrated I got when I heard those words "there's someone I want to set you up on a blind date with"? Ummm no. Grad school for Occupational Therapy in Boston and a study abroad in Nottingham isn't worth any boy. No way.

I put off that blind date. It never happened. That doesn't mean they didn't set us up though. We were totally unaware. Or at least, I was.

It was a late July night, and time for a good old fashioned pool party. Bring on the sodas. I heard my ex (who had cheated on me 2 months earlier) was going to be there....so I went and bought a new swimsuit. Just like any modest girl would do.

He was shooting hoops, or attempting to, when they pointed him out to me. "Why not"  I thought to myself. Not like this was going anywhere. I wasn't going to let it go anywhere. I was done.

"What are you going into?" he asked.
"Occupational Therapy. And you?"
"Physical Therapy."

I felt like I had met a kindred spirit. Who couldn't shoot a hoop to save his life. Just like me.

And that brown guy was there too.
We love us some Daniel Brown, the winner of awkward pool conversations and awesome frisbee-catching-Sarah-crushing-moments.