Our Story

I met Chad Norris in the summer of 1998. That was the summer Andy Johnson broke my heart. Andy was my first love. He broke up with me late freshman year, but like all of my relationships, Andy never truly went away. We hung out a lot my sophomore year, but when he started seeing the girl living next door - a girl I'd confided my feelings about him to, it was too much for me. I went a little nuts. I will always remember that year, but thats another story.

I came home from my sophomore year more hurt than I'd ever been in my life. I was not in good shape. I'd mope around, not eat or sleep, generally being miserable. The morning I met Chad, I was hanging out in the living room mindlessly watching TV. I found myself turning up the volume on every few minutes because there was a lot of noise going on outside. I eventualy looked out the living room windows to find what I thought were two extremely good looking movers moving in a family next door. They were young, but older than me at the time (I was 20).

To this day, I can't tell you why I went out to the backyard to "read". I wasn't reading too much back then. I had no time with depression, but I managed to grab an old Englih Lit book I never managed to read and went outside to sit and pretend. I knew they'd be out there. I'm not sure if it was Neil or Chad that poked his head over the fence first, but when I met Chad it was over.

Neil probably only said "hey" to me. He was (and is) the more aloof of the two. Neil was good looking, but his problem was he knew it. He was also an asshole, but you know what they say...no girl can resist one. It's true. Don't even play like its not. So I tried to make conversation with him, but he was playing it coy.

Chad was (and is) the more outgoing of the two and back then he was a lot better looking. Sorry, Chad. He worked out multiple times a day back then. He was rock hard. He's short, probably only my height but back then, oh man, I was crazy about him. Not only about the way he looked, but because he pays attention. When you're talking to Chad, you're the only one he's listening to. This is a big deal to me.

I learned they weren't moving someone in, they were moving Neil in. Neil and two other dudes were going to live in the place next door. Interesting. After a few more minutes of polite over-the-fence conversation I decided I'd completed my task of making nice and went to walk back in, but it was Chad who stopped me.

Chad: "You want to come over?"
Me: "For what?"
Chad: "I dunno. We're having beers, let's hang out"
Me: (hesitation)*
Chad" "C'mon"
Me: "hmmm. ok"

*My hesitation came from being an absolute saint up until this point. I was living with my parents, they would never have suspected I drank and smoked like a fish at school or that I'd ever had sex. What was I going to say? "Later mom, dad. I'm going next door to drink beer with people I've only known 5 minutes" FAIL. but I went anyway.

So I crept next door to join them in the living room. It was us, some boxes and beer. Sweet. It was a little weird, but my attraction to Chad was getting stronger by the second and pretty soon he and I were making out. I should also mention that Chad is the person that taught me how to kiss. I don't know what I was doing before then, but Chad's teachings have gotten high marks since. He is amazing.

I will say that I was a dirty slut that afternoon (yes, it was 2 or 3 in the afternoon on a Saturday) because I ended up sleeping with Chad. On Neil's bare bed. Don't give me that look! It was AWESOME. At that point, I'd only slept with one other person (that mattered or counted, so don't get all technical on me), so I was AWED by Chad. Chad held the distinguished title of "Best Lay" for several years. It wasn't until I moved to Atlanta that he slipped to #2.

Chad and I have had our drama since that day, but we've kept in touch. Its been 10 years. I mentioned before there are some dudes you know you'll never be finished with. Of all the dudes that have come into my life, I know for sure Chad will always be around.

I can only tell you how we met and maybe a few stories about our drama. I'll never be able to communicate our relationship. There is just so much to it. He recently told me he loved me over text message. He's said it to me at 2 in the morning wasted off his ass. I can't say that I take either of these seriously, but it makes me think. Chad has staying power. Does this mean something? I guess I'll have to wait and find out.