Food For Thought 2005
When I met my husband he was covered in blood and delirious, and couldn't remember my name.
That's how I like to explain how Roberto and I met. I conveniently leave out the details that don't make my husband sound crazy. But since you guys are friends, I guess I'll tell you.
I was desperate for friends. I was in the middle of a very mean divorce and had moved to a brand new city. I only knew my roommates and hadn't found a job yet. So when my roommate said she was working on a film this weekend and they needed help, I jumped at the opportunity.
It was a competition. You had to make a horror film in 48 hours. You were given a prop and a line of dialogue you had to work in somewhere. My roommate showed me the film they had done the last year. It was about a girl who got raped and then came back to haunt and kill her rapists. Little did I know I was watching the house I call home now. There are still "blood stains" in the carpet. Corn syrup and dye is hard to get out. I was honestly a little appalled. Who the hell decides to write a rape into their script? I asked my roommate. "What the fuck kind of people are you working for?" A credit to my husband as a director, the scene was way too real for my tastes.
I didn't find out until later that they got assigned the genre. They had no chose but to do a rape revenge. I breathed a sigh of relief. Maybe they weren't so weird? This time their genre was "cannibalism", their prop pancakes and their line of dialogue "It tastes like chicken." I was pretty sure there wasn't going to be any girls assaulted, maybe just eaten. They got their pancakes from a restaurant down the street, I remember their sign said "Pancakes, cheaper then gas."
My job was to run tapes from the ice cream store to my roommate for editing. When I first saw him, he was standing in the middle of the store pointing and ordering people to the back. He was a big guy who looked like he could break me in half just to hug me. His arms were covered in tattoos and "blood." I'm not going to say it was love at first sight, but part of me knew we would be friends. It didn't hurt that I thought he was kind of hot. He later told me that he thought I was cute, but couldn't remember my name. He asked me like twenty times if I wanted ice cream, even though I said no thanks every time. He claims it was because I made him nervous. I'm sure it had something to do with not sleeping for the past two days.
I didn't get to talk to him much that night, but our paths crossed a few more times until he finally asked me out on a real date. Where we spent the time ignoring every one else and only talking to each other. After that we were inseparable. And a little while later I was pregnant. We don't waste time around here.
And his film won the Audience favorite award. Because I am good luck, obviously.
How did you meet your significant other? Was it love at first sight?