“I knew the first time I met him. Him, not so much!”
I knew the first time I met him. Him, not so much! We met in Fire Island in 1987. I was living in NYC and a friend of mine from college said we needed to take a share in a house in FI every other weekend to get out of the city. So back then, we looked in New York magazine at the listings in the back for get-togethers to meet people that owned homes and were looking for renters to take shares. We went to quite a few of the group meets and finally settled on a house. The guys that owned it were very nice, a little older, and the pictures of the house looked really nice. Right before we committed and gave our deposit, we got a call about another meeting. This house was 4 houses in from the beach, so we figured we would check it out. We ended up going with this one, the 3 guys that owned seemed fun and our age and the location sold us.
The first weekend out was Memorial Day, which all the house renters come for the weekend, so we meet everyone renting. We get out on Friday and we are all sitting around talking and getting to know each other. Then this one guy, a childhood friend of the 3 owners named Rob comes in. He is carrying a bag and wearing a light blue hooded UCLA sweatshirt with his hood up and sunglasses. I thought he was adorable from that moment and definitely was looking forward to getting to know him.
The next night, we all headed out to hang at a bar, and Rob comes over to me later that night and asks me if my girlfriend has a boyfriend. Needless to say, that question was not what I wanted to hear, I answered “Go and ask her yourself.” At that point, I was trying to figure out how I was going to get my money back for my share because this was not going to be good for me. Fortunately, I found out the next day that my friend was not interested in him, so I had a chance. A few weeks later, I asked him if he wanted to go to a wedding with me. He said yes, we had a great time, became friends and dated over the next two years. He says the white leather dress I wore to the wedding was like the light blue UCLA sweatshirt for him.