Yesterday, the day before Valentine’s Day. A girl in the store is shopping around. Her name is Lauren. She was a Tri Delt at Baylor and is back in town as a choreographer. for Sing. But lives in Dallas now. Works at a dance studio as a hip hop dance teacher. How ideal is this? This is love in a sense. Living out her dream artistically.
The fairy tale part goes like this... That in college her best friend, Lauren too, was dating a dude. I forget his name but it isn’t important. He was so sweet. *amazing* in fact. So much so that the Lauren #1 wanted to know, does he have an older brother? Yes. But he’s 26 and a pilot in Chicago. James. This will never work out she assumed. Oh well. Too good to be true. And left it at that.
So as the story would go, the amazing boyfriend of Lauren #2 turns about to be a dick. Don’t they all? Imagine that. Lauren #1 loves her best friend and feels the need to confront the dude who turned her best friend into a sloppy mess. What exactly was he thinking? How could he be so selfish? Human nature. It happens. What’s up in ones head most of the time usually seems best. And so Lauren #1, now living in Dallas as a dance teacher, asks this bad boyfriend, also in Dallas, out to dinner. “Yes, I’ll meet you,” he says “but my brother’s in town on a layover so he’ll have to come with.”
***Did you just get chills? Because I did.***
They go to dinner. Lauren #1, Dickhead, and tagalong James. “Nice to meet you.” She shakes his hand and that’s that. Her perrogative is to right the wrong Dickhead has done to her best friend. It’s curious the shape she must have been in if Lauren felt the need to do this. Communication. Answers. What the hell was going on in your head? Lauren is a good person. You were *amazing* in the beginning. Where exactly was the disconnect. From her telling me the story, at the checkout in Harts N Crafts, I could tell she’d never confronted someone quite like this. She said even that she shook her finger at him. *gasp* Heated. Passionate. Out of love for her best friend. They discussed. I don’t know what came of that specific evening except that evently Dickhead got his mind aligned, and he and Lauren dated again. Eventually now a year later they are married. Cute.
The love love love story I’m writing about though is of the pilot and Lauren #1. Time passed. She wasn’t looking for love and he was based out of Chicago anyway. Distance. Too much for the young. Especially when both are charismatic- attractive, talented. Seriously. A pilot and a dance teacher. Yeah. One can assume the line of competition to date these two was 50 yards long at least. But because he had her number, out of the blue one day he called. “I’m in Dallas on a layover. Can I take you to dinner?” From here, you can guess it, love steadily did bloom. The plane he was flying retired, opening his life up to a move. He chose Dallas and they started dating. 7 months later they were engaged. In 6 more months married. I joked with her “are you pregnant?” She laughed, “No. But eventually she wants a slew.” Me too I said. Two sets of twins.
And now today, Lauren #1 and Lauren #2, best friends and sorority sisters in college, share the same last name. Married to brothers as fate would have it. She’s excited to raise their kids, live their lives, grow together. What’s most telling is the glow in her eyes, that this love is true. It’s deep. It’s real. A puzzle played out like a game of chess. Other decisions along the way could have easily been made. Lauren didn’t have to arrange that dinner date. Choices everyday shape the path we take. And we never know what could have been. But play the game. Love always wins. <3 <3 <3
The fairy tale part goes like this... That in college her best friend, Lauren too, was dating a dude. I forget his name but it isn’t important. He was so sweet. *amazing* in fact. So much so that the Lauren #1 wanted to know, does he have an older brother? Yes. But he’s 26 and a pilot in Chicago. James. This will never work out she assumed. Oh well. Too good to be true. And left it at that.
So as the story would go, the amazing boyfriend of Lauren #2 turns about to be a dick. Don’t they all? Imagine that. Lauren #1 loves her best friend and feels the need to confront the dude who turned her best friend into a sloppy mess. What exactly was he thinking? How could he be so selfish? Human nature. It happens. What’s up in ones head most of the time usually seems best. And so Lauren #1, now living in Dallas as a dance teacher, asks this bad boyfriend, also in Dallas, out to dinner. “Yes, I’ll meet you,” he says “but my brother’s in town on a layover so he’ll have to come with.”
***Did you just get chills? Because I did.***
They go to dinner. Lauren #1, Dickhead, and tagalong James. “Nice to meet you.” She shakes his hand and that’s that. Her perrogative is to right the wrong Dickhead has done to her best friend. It’s curious the shape she must have been in if Lauren felt the need to do this. Communication. Answers. What the hell was going on in your head? Lauren is a good person. You were *amazing* in the beginning. Where exactly was the disconnect. From her telling me the story, at the checkout in Harts N Crafts, I could tell she’d never confronted someone quite like this. She said even that she shook her finger at him. *gasp* Heated. Passionate. Out of love for her best friend. They discussed. I don’t know what came of that specific evening except that evently Dickhead got his mind aligned, and he and Lauren dated again. Eventually now a year later they are married. Cute.
The love love love story I’m writing about though is of the pilot and Lauren #1. Time passed. She wasn’t looking for love and he was based out of Chicago anyway. Distance. Too much for the young. Especially when both are charismatic- attractive, talented. Seriously. A pilot and a dance teacher. Yeah. One can assume the line of competition to date these two was 50 yards long at least. But because he had her number, out of the blue one day he called. “I’m in Dallas on a layover. Can I take you to dinner?” From here, you can guess it, love steadily did bloom. The plane he was flying retired, opening his life up to a move. He chose Dallas and they started dating. 7 months later they were engaged. In 6 more months married. I joked with her “are you pregnant?” She laughed, “No. But eventually she wants a slew.” Me too I said. Two sets of twins.
And now today, Lauren #1 and Lauren #2, best friends and sorority sisters in college, share the same last name. Married to brothers as fate would have it. She’s excited to raise their kids, live their lives, grow together. What’s most telling is the glow in her eyes, that this love is true. It’s deep. It’s real. A puzzle played out like a game of chess. Other decisions along the way could have easily been made. Lauren didn’t have to arrange that dinner date. Choices everyday shape the path we take. And we never know what could have been. But play the game. Love always wins. <3 <3 <3
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