A Story About Love....Or Something Like That

Well some of you know the story of how David and I met and it is one about passion and love....or something like that. It all started in the summer of 2004. My father had just bought a motorcycle and after some talk he said he would take me out on it. Excited I suited up and was about to get on when I asked him about how motorcycle drivers always wave at each other. He smiled and replied "Yes they do. The passenger’s wave as well if you want to you should do it too". Excited now that I was going to be a part of a small club of waving motorcycle drivers I couldn't wait.

 As we drove down the street we came to a set of lights in which we were turning right. As we leaned around the corner to turn, another motorcycle caught my eye. Excited I let go of the back handlebar/back rest and stuck my hand out in a wave. It was a strong, firm and decisive wave. As I did so the guy on the bike looked over at me, and within a moment saw my gesture and then looked away. That was it! My first motorcycle wave and the guy didn't wave back. I was so upset that I told my dad I wasn't waving to anyone ever again.

 A week may have passed when I was out with my friend at Tim Horton's. We were hanging out in the parking lot when he saw his friend pull in. He got out of the car and walked over to these two guys standing on the curb. I followed suit and soon saw the bike. As my friend was saying hello to the guys this is when I looked up and said "who owns this bike?!" A guy wearing a motorcycle jacket replied "I do" I looked at him square in the eye and said "YOU'RE AN ASS HOLE!" Shocked at my reply, his mouth dropped open and something along the lines of "I'm sorry?" came out of his mouth. The guy was David (he should have known then that if my first words to him were "you're an ass hole" he should have turned and run) I finished my rant explaining the story of how my first wave was at him but he didn't wave back. Of course he gave me some poor excuse of not remembering and he was probably holding in his clutch because he was stopped at the intersection. (Whatever he still ruined my life in that moment) After a few moments of explanation I accepted his apology and we both went on with our day.

 Well the next morning at the same Tim Horton's I was getting my friends and my morning coffee before school. As I walked out I heard a honk and quickly looked up to see David sitting in a truck waving frantically (this was for the full effect of making sure I saw him waving so that he avoided more verbal assault from me) With a smile and a blush I waved back only to be suddenly interrupted by squealing tires and more horn honking. I forgot to stop walking when he waved and walked straight out into traffic. (kids always pay attention when crossing the road). After that he always waved and I waved back.

Maybe the second or third time we actually hung out he told me he was a Newfie and I'm pretty sure I told him Newfie jokes for almost half an hour. He pretended to laugh (or so he says, I think the jokes were HIL-AR-IOUS) and I fell head over heels for him. Fast forward to now, and the name calling still happens every so often but David in his true David fashion will roll his eyes, never fight me back, and wait until I'm done being a jerk before he continues on being the nice guy he is.