You may remember back in November when I
asked you all to vote and tell me which topic you thought I should blog about. There were a bunch of different choices, varying from hearing about
my brush with music video fame to listening to me rant about why the prison system in the United States is a big joke.
Since I did promise that I would eventually write about all these topics, and you already got to hear the winning story, I will go down the list and blog about all these topics, one by one.
1) The time I met Jason Schwartzman and was featured in a Phantom Planet music video (at age 16).
2) How I met Ben, the love of my life.
3) The story of how I spent a night sleeping outside of an airport in Italy.
4) Why Jesse "the Body" Ventura would make an excellent president.
5) On being an outcast.
6) My thoughts on the prison system in the United States.
I'll start with the second topic, the story of how I met my boyfriend, Ben, the love of my life. It all began with a mini vacation to San Francisco to go visit a friend I hadn't seen in a while. I also had never been to California at that point, and I was really excited to take a few days off from work and just relax.
It was September of 2008 and I remember the day I flew out there because it was the 11th and I was afraid to fly that day-- I didn't realize when I purchased my tickets that I had chosen to fly on 9/11. My parents told me it was the safest day to fly, anyway, and I guess that made me feel better because I didn't worry about it at all when I flew out. Arriving in sunny, beautiful San Francisco was such a lovely change of pace from the hot and sticky Philadelphia I had just left. I had my hopes up for a good time.
After a few days of exploring the city, walking through just about every neighborhood, and taking plenty of photographs, my vacation was coming to an end and I wanted to go out with a bang.
Some wacky chick that my friend (now ex-friend, she did some pretty horrible things to me that I will not mention in this post, but for now let's just call her "the roach") knew talked about a big warehouse party that was happening later that night, my last night in town.
I was down for some fun, so we pre-gamed a little bit at a bar in the Mission and eventually meandered our way to the SOMA warehouse (I'm pretty sure we walked the entire way there, late at night, and bumped into a few crazy characters, talking to themselves, roaming the abandoned city streets).
We walked into the place and I wanted to leave immediately. It was super dark, there was really loud trance music being played over the speakers, and I just felt like an odd duck. The roach and I sat down on a couch in the corner of the dark room while her boyfriend at the time went around the warehouse to find the chick who invited us.
He returned from behind a curtain and told us to come into another room where there was lighting, a bar, and more seating. This room wasn't as loud, and there were people in there just lounging around and talking. We sat down on another couch and chatted a while with Maya, the wacky girl who invited us to the gathering.
At some point I felt eyes on me. I looked around and saw a tall, handsome guy with dark hair and dark eyes, wearing a yellow t-shirt and looking at me. I looked back at him and smiled. He was really good looking, and I felt so flattered because this type of "making eyes" at someone who I thought was attractive never happened to me before.
Sure, I've had dudes make eyes at me, but it was always the dudes you wouldn't go touch with a ten foot pole. This guy was hot and he was checking me out, and I was reciprocating. He eventually came over to where I was sitting and struck up a conversation with me. We chatted for a while until we were interrupted by the roach, who had drunk too much and needed to step outside for some air. I went with her and asked Ben, the hot guy in the yellow shirt, to save my place on the couch.
After the roach caught her breath, I went back inside and found that the guy had taken over the couch with his guy friends. I went right over to him and wagged my finger and he laughed and scooched over so I could sit.
We sat next to each other for the rest of the night, talking and laughing and eventually holding hands. I remember we talked about unions in America and why I thought they are necessary, and we discussed an assortment of other important topics that I cannot remember right now. We spent a good amount of time on that couch just talking and looking at each other.
A few times he suggested that we leave and go back to his place, but I refused. I didn't want him to think I was easy because we had just met, and at the time I wasn't looking to get involved with anyone. But he was persistent.
The kooky chick who invited us to the party told me that Ben was a good guy and that I could trust him. She reassured me this and told me that they used to date years ago. I took her word for it and told the roach (who was in a sour mood) that I was going to leave with Ben and that she should just go home with her boyfriend and that I would collect my things in the morning.
I really just wanted to continue talking with Ben and learning more about him, and I didn't feel like sleeping on a nasty futon with the roach for another night. Besides, I had no feelings of guilt doing this, as the roach had left me by myself at numerous parties whenever she felt like hooking up with someone. [She even disappeared at a party at my house the night before she was supposed to attend her cousin's funeral. Her mom called me the next morning, barking at me, wanting to know where her little roach was. I had no idea because she didn't even tell me she was leaving. What a jerk.]
Anyway, I didn't feel bad telling her my plan, but then she asked if she could come with, for some reason. I tried reasoning with her that she should just go home with her boyfriend, but she didn't want to. So weird. So the three of us walked out of the crazy trance warehouse party (and I left a shopping bag with a brand new dress I bought in Chinatown, which was gone when we tried to locate it the next day) and went to Ben's car.
When we got to his apartment, Ben told the roach that she could crash on the couch in the living room while we cuddled and chatted in the bedroom. We could hear her fussing about and complaining about the sun rising, as it was early morning at this point, and the whining got so bad that Ben, gentleman that he is, drove her back to her house so she could complain all she wanted about the sun in her eyes without annoying us.
Ben came back and we continued our cuddle session in peace. Ben decided that I should stay an extra day, and I couldn't disagree, so I canceled my return ticket and bought a new ticket for the next day. We spent the entire time in bed, just kissing and hugging and talking. Ben even made me breakfast in bed. It really was wonderful and completely unexpected. When it came time to leave for the airport, I was sad and didn't want to go home, but Ben told me he would be coming to the East coast in the next few weeks and that we would see each other soon.
I didn't want to fall in love, I didn't try to fall in love, I wasn't looking to fall in love, but it happened to me anyway.
Later on, we met up in New York City and had a romantic weekend together and I decided that I didn't want to live all the way across the country from one another and that I needed to move to San Francisco so we could be together. Ben agreed and we made plans to ship my stuff out and move my life to California. I gave my boss at my high-paying insurance job two weeks notice and started saying my goodbyes to everyone.
The hardest part was breaking the news to my family, who were pretty shocked at my sudden life-changing decision, but I knew in my heart that I was making the right choice. Now, two and a half years later, I say that I definitely did the right thing by following my heart. I don't regret it at all.
Have you ever followed your heart and made a crazy life-changing move? How did it work out? Have you ever done something that everyone said you would regret? Was it worth it?