And then reality set in

So I was 18 and it was the summer after my senior year in high school and there is no girl in this story, so don’t get your hopes up. I was all ready to go to college in the big state of Colorado which I had visited many times but never lived in. And then I found out my roommate was from California - just outside of San Francisco. Me: Cool. I’m gonna know someone from California. Maybe I’ll go out there and visit in a few years. I have his phone number - I think I’ll call him sometime.

He beat me to the phone call.

Me: Hey, is this my future roomie?

My Future Roomie: Yes, this must be Chris. I have a list of question I have prepared to ask you…

*sigh…* It was about at this point that I realized that I was not going to have a cool roomate from California.

–Insert vision of learning how to surf and hanging out in Cali slowly washing away–

Was I the coolest person either? Probably not, but I had to be better than him. I mean, at least I was bringing an electric guitar and amp. That has to rate a little bit up there on the coolness factor, right? Thank you.

Turned out he was his high school treasurer and tennis team captain. Turns out the tennis team captain was also in charge of the team funds from the school. Kind of the position no one else in high school wants. Oh well. But, one good thing did come of having him as a roomate - I got to know the people at the other end of the hall very well. Two of them were part of my wedding and I still see/talk to them today.

In all honestly, thanks, I wouldn’t have done it without you.