What better place to start? I truly believe that Mark and I were meant to be together. There were too many random events that led us into our initial friendship. I started my college career in Wichita Falls and one day after breaking up with a boyfriend I went out to buy some new roller blades. I am pretty sure I was exerting my power as an "Independent Woman" since physical activity as "fun" has never really been my thing.
When I got home I went out roller blading around the block. At some point a friend of my ex-boyfriend drove by and waved. I waved back and was incredibly thankful that simple act didn't throw me off balance and send me sprawling to the ground. One day when I was leaving for class, I walked out of my house and a note fell on the ground. The note, which was torn off the back of a little pocket notebook, invited me to go rollerblading sometime and was signed by Mark. Mark? Hmmm... Mark? Who do I know named Mark? It took me a little while to remember the guy that had driven by while I was out roller blading a few days before.
It took us a while to get our schedules in sync and much, much longer to realize we were meant for each other. That note definitely started the ball rolling though. I still have it and I smile every time I come across it. The roller blades? I can't remember if I ever used them again. Ironically, they are the reason Mark left the note in the first place since he is an avid roller blader. See? It was definitly fate!
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I'm not sure I've heard that story before. Or maybe I've just forgotten in the last 10+ years. You know, Greg and I first spent time together rollerblading too. And I also have probably not rollerbladed since.
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