I Dare You!

I Dare You!

From Chicken Soup for the College Soul

I Dare You!

On the first day of my second year at California State University at Sacramento, I saw the most gorgeous guy! He was standing alone in line at the cafeteria and looked out of place. Turning to my friends, I said, “I have to meet him!”

Challenging my spontaneity, my friends reached into their purses and came up with money for a bet. They then dared me to run up to him, pretend that I knew him and convince him that he knew me. Smiling, I turned and was off to meet the cutie pie.

“Dan, Dan!” I yelled as I ran up to him. “How are you? How’s your mom?” He just stood there looking at me. I could tell that he was shy. I liked him immediately.

“I’m not Dan,” he said, looking a little confused.

“Sure you are!” I countered. “You lived in Sierra Hall last year, third floor! You were Bob’s roommate.”

“No, I lived off campus last year,” this sweet man replied, still not getting it. I turned and started to leave, and he began asking me a series of questions: “Do I know you from my mom’s allergy clinic?” (I hate shots.) “Were you in the parrot class I took last summer?” (I like birds only slightly more than shots.) “Do you eat at Taco Bell? I work there.” (Never.)

“Well,” he said, “I know I’m not Dan, and I didn’t live in Sierra Hall.” He reached out his hand to mine. “My name is Tim, and I’m pleased to meet you anyway.”

He invited me to his fraternity party that night. I composed myself and informed him that I did not go to fraternity parties. But as I watched him walk away, I had second thoughts. That afternoon, I took the money that I’d won from the bet and bought a black miniskirt. I was going to my first fraternity party.

When I arrived there, I was a little nervous. Would he be there? When I got to the front steps of the frat house, I looked up and saw Tim sitting at the top. He looked at me and smiled.

“I was hoping you would come. I’ve been waiting for you.” I sat down next to him and we started talking. We talked all that night—and for the next three nights—until dawn. Four months later, he asked me to marry him. Four years later, we tied the knot. This year, we celebrated the fifteenth anniversary of the day we met.

Some nights when we are snuggling together, I’m reminded that I found my soul mate on a dare. Now and then, my husband asks, “Am I Dan or Tim tonight?” Having a special place in my heart for both of them, I always laugh and reply, “You decide!”

April Kemp

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