Let's take the magic pill and go back in time to Christmas Night 10 years ago. I had just turned 20. I was depressed out of my mind from the heartbreak of what happened between me and my ex, Amber. It was a dark time in my life. A very dark time.
So for Christmas my parents got me a new CD Player for my truck. Well guess what? All but one of the back speakers were blown. Sucked to be me. So on Christmas night I go over to my Aunt and Uncle's house because my uncle is gonna help me find the right speakers for my truck online.
I'm somewhere in the back of the house, talking to my Aunt and Uncle. Then my Uncle wants to take me to the front of the house where their den is. In the den is the computer where he is going to show me some speakers.
Unknown to me at the time, there was a group of people hanging out in that den. My cousin Stephanie was being visited by two of her best friends, Ashley and Lynn. Lynn had been set up on this date with some dude who was also there.
Fate. Looking back at it now, fuck, it had to have been Fate. The Stars Aligned for one perfect moment in time. I didn't see it coming. Hell, you can't see Fate working it's delicious magic until it's already hit you right in the face.
Me and my Uncle walked into the den. I see Ashley. The Freak Gurl, as I would come to call her. You see, everyone else in that room looked "normal". Except me and Ashley. I was wearing all black with a black choker with green plastic spikes around my neck.
Ashley was wearing a black Kittie (all female metal band) t-shirt, and she had her nose and eyebrow pierced (I would find out later she also had her tongue pierced). She was sitting on a love seat by herself. I just kind of stood there and looked at her. First words that I ever spoke to her was, "Nice Shirt".
Amazing how two simple words can spark something great, isn't it?
I ended up sitting down next to her. She reached over and touched my green plastic spikes. This was a good sign. Oh yes, it was.
As the minutes rolled by, Ashley kept holding a pillow up to cover the side of her face as she whispered something I couldn't hear to my cousin Stephanie. Later I would find out that Ashley was telling my cousin, "He's hot!".
Now my memory in my old wicked age fades a bit from there. Somehow someway we had to part ways. I was going to be spending the night at my Aunt and Uncles' because they wanted me to go shopping with them the next morning. Ashley ended up taking the loser guy home and her and Lynn went back to Ashley's house.
That night, as I found out later, Lynn was brushing Ashley's hair and all Ashley could talk about was me. Me, of all people, me. She kept saying to Lynn how a guy like me would never have an interest in a girl like her, or surely a guy like me would have a girlfriend.
The next day, I asked my cousin Stephanie for that "Freak Gurl's" email address (I was nervous as hell to talk to her over the phone). I called her Freak Gurl because for the life of me I couldn't remember Ashley's name. My cousin ended up giving Ashley my email address.
And the rest, as they say, is history. We started emailing each other, then started talking over the phone. I hung out with her and some of her friends a couple of times. Then on New Year's Eve we made if official. We started dating. We went to the local park that night and kissed under the stars at the stroke of midnight. The same park, might I add, where I would end up proposing to her.
We've been together for 10 years now. March the 24th will be 5 years of marriage. Things haven't always been great. We hit some lows before. But we survived. We learned from our mistakes and we've stayed together. She really is the best thing to ever happen to me.
My dear Freak Gurl, my angel, my Queen. I love you, always and forever.
~Dustin Blanton
