Cg and Da: The “How We Met” Story

Last week I had mentioned that Geoff and I were the “Da” and “Cg” cards on our escort card board, and I promised an explanation.

When you’re getting married, everyone who doesn’t already know the story always asks how the two of you met.  Some people have a cute story, some are run-of-the-mill, but ours happens to be my favorite category: funny, with a hint of “how did you two ever end up together”.  This is story of where Cg came from.  Da will come next week.

We met in our Physics II class the end of our 1st year of college.  We were in different sections with the same professor, so we only ever saw each other each Friday on test/quiz day when the two sections got together.  We met because the people in my group were friends with the people in his group, so naturally the groups sat next to each other.  My group was a bit…rambunctious (that’s the nicest word I can come up with).  I really liked the two of them as friends outside of class, but they’re loud people, and they would both spend most of the class hitting on me (I should point out one of my group-mates was in fact a lesbian, which added a whole new level of interesting to the situation).  I am not quiet by any means, but these two had absolutely zero filter or volume control, and I was guilty by association in Geoff’s mind.  Since his groupmates were busy talking my crazy ones, I would try to talk to him.  He, on the other hand, was not interested.  I was the crazy annoying girl.  The CAG.

His relief when that class was over was replaced by “oh damn REALLY?!” when the next physics class rolled around, and I strolled in.  That was upgraded rapidly to a word I can’t type here since I like to keep my posts relatively expletive free (hint: rhymes with truck) when I waltzed straight up to him and went “hey, you look familiar!  We can be class buddies!” and I proceeded to sit down next to him.  I can only imagine the sheer horror he went through when we figured out we had the same lab section and I suggested we be partners.

Those feelings of his started to fade when the first homework assignment rolled around.  That’s when he realized the CAG was actually pretty smart, because her 98 kind of beat the crud out of his 68.  After that, we became study buddies and lab partners.  We made a habit of getting together and working on our homework together, usually with Guitar Hero breaks in the middle, and on days where we didn’t have to go to lab we’d go to IHOP to work on reports.  We had a good time hanging out, so what started as a work relationship turned into a fantastic friendship.

It took a few years after that for us to end up dating, but the rest of that story will have to wait until the next post on how Geoff became “Da”.  I of course knew nothing of this whole “crazy annoying girl” thing until much, much later, but now you know too how I ended up with the “Cg” designation.

For the record, I don’t blame him one bit for that particular nickname.  My group was seriously nuts.  I can understand not wanting to spend enough time with them to differentiate what levels of crazy we each were.  It doesn’t stop me from poking fun at him about it though 🙂

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As you can see, I’ve decided to at least try out the Monday/Wednesday/Friday update schedule for a while.  I didn’t get any negative reaction to the idea of updating 3 times a week (and even got some positive feedback on it!), so I’m moving to that schedule for now to see how well it goes.  Maybe it’ll stick, maybe it won’t.  Who knows!

As a completely unrelated bit of information, one of the recommended tags that is currently popping up is “human chorionic gonadotropin”, which is a hormone produced during pregnancy.  Apparently WordPress is reading more into this story than it should.  “Weight loss” is also coming up.  What the heck WordPress.

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Posted on June 27, 2012, in Life, Personal, Relationships and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. Haha… as soon as I saw the title of your post today it dawned on me that I knew what Cg and Da stood for… Hahaha… I love your story… I can’t wait to hear the rest of it in your Da post!

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