When we met by the vending machine that first day, I just knew I didn’t like him (he wasn’t my type), and from what I could tell, the feeling was certainly mutual (I apparently wasn’t his type either). What ended up happening between us was one of the most perfect, albeit messy accidents; he was going to hook me up with his friend and initially I was cool with that, until one day I wasn't. I went from being moderately annoyed by this guy, to being majorly enchanted by him. But that wasn't all. The same nit-picky things he'd do, I'd find myself doing without thinking; playing loud music while driving, answering text messages in seven words or less used to drive me crazy, but now I do them without a second thought.
While he wasn't looking, I scoped him picking up a few of my habits too, or at least molding them to fit his personality. We started liking the same music, same foods, even the same smells. Our sensualities kind of meshed which might explain the whole cloud of confusion we were floating on. After all, we disliked each other…right? On my part, I was sure how I felt for him but confused if it was reciprocated. He was sure about the reciprocation, just not the feelings. In all that confusion we managed to explore a few aspects of said sensuality, but eventually we decided it'd be in our best interest to be “just friends” which worked for all of maybe two weeks. To this day I don’t call him a “just friend”; he gave me a better understanding of myself in aspects of me that had never been explored, certainly he deserved the title of close friend. When I asked if he ever saw us where we are now, in this complex friendship, he said a definite no; he never saw us beyond that moderately annoyed by each other stage. Funny how things turn out, huh?
I've never met a person like my best friend. Honest, no judgment, and pure of spirit, she and I met under the eye-rolling circumstance of a group project (who does group projects in college? Seriously. At that point group work is officially over.). Instantly I'm thinking "this girl is so weird, I like her." Come to find out, she was thinking the same thing. Since that day, we've been thicker than thieves in molasses. As with King of Confusion above, she and I started emulating each other in the minutest ways. The difference is, our bond was deeper and more solid (and less romantically complicated) and so we built a taller fortress of friendship than anything we'd ever had with any other person. When I tell her I love her, I know without a doubt that I mean it wholeheartedly, and that without even saying so, it’s returned.
To the rest of the world, I'm this fireball of a chick; sarcastic, outgoing, and quick-witted, I tend to hide my true self behind this guise of emotional strength and intelligence. These two people though, know me better than that. King of Confusion, though he hates to admit it, knows me better than any dude ever has, and my Sister from another Mister knows me better than anybody period. What started under relatively average settings ended up etching two people on my heart permanently, which leads me to think that no one knows how the best of relationships start, but boy are they glad when they do.
If you would’ve asked me last year could I see myself falling for some random guy in front of a vending machine, I’d have said a definite “no.” If you would’ve asked me who my best friends were last year, I would’ve had to think about it. These people in the most genuine of ways have changed me, and if I hadn’t stopped at a vending machine one day, or shown up for a class I’d have never met them. I would be a different person completely. In knowing that, I’m forever grateful to the two of them, and anxiously wait for more average occurrences in my life. Who knows? The next time I could meet my first boyfriend, or my next boss. After all, you always find your keys where you least expect to.