Car Troubles (Part One)

I walked into my Media Criticism class and there he was… just sitting there.

“Fan-freakin’-tastic.”

From the mortified expression on his face I gathered that he felt the same way. He’d broken up with me two weeks prior (on New Years Eve for heaven’s sake) and unbeknownst to either of us we had signed up for the same class. A disaster.

Then there was that awkward moment of deciding where to sit. Would it be rude to ignore him take a seat on the opposite side of the room? Probably. I decided to sit next to him and play “friends” like we’d originally agreed.

“Hi,” I mumbled.

“Hi,” he mumbled.

Let me back-pedal for a brief moment. The reason we broke up was complicated. I won’t go into the logistics, but I will say that I was right and he was wrong.

But back to the story…

So, we endured the first couple of weeks of class sitting in near approximation to one another and occasionally exchanging civilities such as “What’s up?” and “How’d you do on the test?” but that’s about it.

Until Heavenly Father blessed me with car troubles.

My car broke down good and hard and I barely had enough mechanical knowledge to pop the hood. I needed help. And there was only one person I knew who had the skills and the patience required for the job.

I humbled myself and asked him for his expertise. He towed my car. He got estimates for the repair. He drove me around. He took me to get new parts.

And there was nothing in it for him. He was just nice that way. He was just perfect that way. He was just perfect for me. Jimminy Crickets! Why on earth did we break up? I must have him (again)! He must be mine!

So I took him to dinner. Then I made him kiss me. And a few months later I made him marry me.

And to think, my eternal happiness can be blamed entirely on car troubles…