We all wandered into the common area with smooth pine booths along each wall and the standard college-issue knee-high “coffee” tables scattered about, where most of the upperclassmen already had their preferred beverages piled up in shopping bags next to mixers.
The benches were full, and they were full of upperclassmen we’d all met just a few days earlier and still could barely breath around. We’d had a short week’s worth of soccer practice with these young adults who played a game we’d all considered ourselves pretty darn decent at and they played it like real athletes. They stepped past us like we were children.
College was a totally different ballgame, and five days on the soccer pitch was plenty to drive that home.
Now they were marching us into a room packed with not only our team, but the women’s team as well. The cat calls. The jokes about the suits they’d made us wear for our Introduction Event.
We still didn’t even know each other all that well, and I remember TJamas, with his spiky California blond hair and his killer blue suit shirt yellow tie combination and I remember thinking man I am such a loser.
That kid would become my roommate, confidante, and best friend in quick time, and that night in front of hot older female soccer studs, heckling male soccer gods, and his fellow freshmen, that kid volunteered to go first. He hopped up on the table and took the pressure off the rest of us.
That kid also asked a wonderful young lady from northern California to to marry him about two weeks ago.
A young lady who’s tall and slender and gorgeous and spunky and compliments TJ’s sense of adventure and energy.
Another athlete with a perfect smile.
A young lady I can tell digs him right. Stares right into his good nature.
I want to congratulate the both of them and wish them a long and happy life together.
Them’s going to be some damn near perfect kids.
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