Saturday, July 18, 2004; My twenty third birthday. It may not have been the greatest, but it was definatley the most memorable. That Friday, Hardin decided to cook me birthday dinner. It was really sweet. He made chicken fettucini alfredo and we had ben and jerry's for dessert. I thought to myself, "Wow...I'm such a lucky girl to have such a thoughtful man." Just wait....the story gets better.
So that Saturday, I had planned on getting together with a big group of friends and hitting the Kent bar scene. a couple hours before that, Hardin had dropped me off at my apartment to get ready. He also said he had a few loose ends to tie up before we went out. This was a bit before we became engaged, so I thought this was going to be the big moment. I even told my roomate I thought that's what it was going to be. She was all excited.
Exactly two hours later there was a knock at the door. It was Hardin.
He said, "shut your eyes and open your hands."
I got all excited.
"Here you go baby! Thank you for being an awesome girlfriend."
When I opened my eyes there was no ring. There was just a tube of African American Hair Relaxer. Now, mind you..I may have wavy hair, but i am a WHITE girl with WHITE girl hair...and I have no use for african american hair relaxer. I must have had the strangest look on my face. He then proceeded to say...
"It smells great Alison! like peaches! I think you'll love it!"
I was silent.
I then proceeded to say, "Wow...I'm glad you know me so well."
Of course we fought about it. I just drank and drank and tried to forget about it. There were guys, girls, small freaks....etc...buying me whatever drink my little heart desired. Once they heard my sob story, there was no going back....they just spent all of their money on buying me drinks and keeping me liquored that evening. There was this one guy who insisted that he wanted my number and said he could treat me better.
After 5 shots and 7 drinks I ended up getting really sick.....REALLY SICK. In my sick state, Hardin ended up cursing at me and told me to grow up and take it like a woman. I then shouted about his shitty gift and kicked him out of my apartment.
We broke up that day.
24 voicemails on my cell later, I decided to go and see him. We ended up patching things up and he gave me an even better present that evening. A conducting baton for my student teaching. It really meant a lot.
two weeks later we were engaged....hehe
Life works in the strangest ways.....