how we met
There are a multitude of ways to meet your knight in shining armor, but few of them are as picture perfect as Katherine Heigl movies would have you believe. Take a look at the pretty little lies we love to use…including the big fat fib I tell about how I met the guy I’m dating!
She said: Oh, just through some mutual friends!
She meant: Yeah, James got to second base with one of mine, I was like whatever I’ll make out with his friend too and then James was all “Why’d you do that, don’t you know I like you?” and I go “Um no because you felt up Chloe!” and he’s like “Pssh I only did that to make you jealous” so I was like…
She said: We bonded at summer camp over our mutual obsession with s’mores!
She meant: Which we had plenty of time to eat together in the infirmary thanks to our 10 billion mosquito bites. At least calamine lotion is pink–always a good color on me.
She said: He asked me out after we got stuck in an elevator together (note: this is actually the story my guy and I concocted to explain how we met, when in reality…)
She meant: We met online. Yes. I did that online dating thing. WHAT?!
She said: I’m actually good friends with his sister.
She meant: Who I befriended with the express purpose of snaring her brother.
She said: How we met? We both worked at the mall this summer!
She meant: I ate nasty food court crap every single day just to have an excuse to talk to him. Now I can’t fit into the pants I got from my employee discount.
She said: He sat behind me in French class and told me I had pretty hair. Aww!
She meant: Fine, technically it was detention, but I was eating a croissant so that’s kind of French, right?
What’s your (totally honest) how we met story? Tell us in the comments!