A Bruin Love Story

Bumped. Another classic example of why I love being a Bruin. GO BRUINS. -N

Well, it's nine days until the big day.  I am stressed out beyond belief (I could not stand to look at the seating chart one more time last night) and my posts here will be sporadic for the next month or so.  But since I have some downtime right now, I'd like to tell you the story about how Mr. BB and I came to this point.

First, a little about me.  As most of you know, it was my destiny to be a Bruin.  During my senior year in high school, a freshman named Cade McNown took Westwood by storm, and I had my sights pinned on him.  I lived and breathed UCLA football.  Wasn't it my destiny that I should marry the most touted UCLA quarterback since my beloved Troy Aikman? (though as my ex pointed out, I would rather be the quarterback at UCLA than marry the quarterback; for once he was right).

Upon my arrival at UCLA, I soon realized this was going to be harder than I thought.  Sure, I got my job at the Morgan Center, and I had some access to his class schedule, but I hardly ever saw him around (did help him with some paperwork the summer of '98).  And it also became clear that I just didn't have the goods to compete with the tall, pencil thin girls that were suddenly everywhere.

So my sights turned to the redshirt baseball player that lived three rooms down from he.  He was the most handsome man I had met at that point in my life.  None of the jocks at my high school even came close to looking like him.  When I found out that he came from a long line of UCLA alumni, it sealed the deal.  This was the guy I was supposed to marry, and I would stop at nothing to make him mine.

There were two problems with this.  One, he was incredibly flirtatious.  Sure, it set my heart swooning when he would hug me and say how hot I looked in certain clothes (yep, the outfits somehow got skimpier after I met him), but he did this with most of the girls he came in contact with.  Second, he viewed me more as a sister, and nothing else (I had that problem for a while).

But there was a constant in all this madness.  It was this guy's roommate.  Within the first couple of weeks of school, the two of us had established mutual friends and we would go to dinner together each night.  Over the course of these conversations, I found that the roommate and I had some things in common.  We were raised in similar families, both loved Star Wars, etc.  Soon after, I found myself talking to him all the time about anything, and for reasons that still remain a mystery to me, he actually listened to all of that.

By the end of my freshman year, friends and family kept telling me I was going to end up with the roommate.  I just didn't see it.  Sure, he was my best friend, but nothing more.

The first time my feelings started to change was finals week winter quarter my sophmore year.  He had recommended I take Psych 15 as one of my life science classes, and he would help me along.  He got more than he bargained for.  To this day, the only thing I remember about that class is a video of rats on morphine.  My final was at 3, so I had to work that morning.  He stopped by on the way back from his final to see how I was doing.  When he left, I noticed I couldn't stop smiling.  This was something that only did with guys I had crushes on, not friends.  What was going on?

About three weeks later, we had our first kiss.  While I was kissing him, I told myself, "You better remember how you got yourself into this because you are going to look back on this moment for the rest of your life."  And you know what, I have no idea how I did.  We thought we would only share that one kiss, but it turned out to be the start of many more.  We kept our relationship secret from everyone for a while because we didn't know what was going to happen.  Finally, I decided to jump in full force and I've never looked back.

It boggles my mind how I got to be so lucky.  I'm about to marry my best friend, someone who has not only put up with my craziness for all these years, but actually wants to be a part of the madness for the rest of his life.  Not only that, but I got what I really wanted, a UCLA husband to raise a UCLA family with.

Anyway, I hope I haven't bored you too much with this story.  For those of you who have asked, yes, I am planning to post some of our pictures of our UCLA-themed wedding here with N's help.  I'll be globe hopping this month after the wedding (London, Paris, home, Alabama, then home again) so keep your eyes open sometime in June.

<em>This is a FanPost and does not necessarily reflect the views of BruinsNation's (BN) editors. It does reflect the views of this particular fan though, which is as important as the views of BN's editors.</em>

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