How we met

I decided to name this post "How we met" even though Don Draper would prefer it be called, "How I stalked someone and forced him to like me". He says po-tay-to y say po-tah-to. Nevertheless, this is the story about how we ended up together.

In addition to being a chemist, I play violin. I've played since I was ten. This is relevant because violin is what brought us together. As I mentioned in my previous post Don is a symphonic musician, well back in undergrad (in my freshman year) I was a member of the Chamber Ensemble in my University. That semester our professor decided that we were ready to play something more sophisticated and less boring than Pachelbel's Canon (which I still love, regardless everyone hating on it and it being insanely overused). The problem with the new piece was that we needed instruments that weren't played well in my university, after all we were a research institution not a liberal arts college.

My professor, ended up recruiting Don Draper's professor who brought him up along because, obviously, he was/is the awesomest player ever. The moment I saw Don, I knew he was the one for me. For some reason, despite my incredible beauty (or you know, just very high self-esteem), Don never saw me. I was sad, even his professor thought I was pretty (he made some pretty lewd comments which I heard) and for the moment I was resigned to never see Don again.

Flash Forward two years in the future. Back then I was taking Organic Chemistry for Majors (also known as the STUPIDEST USELESS-EST CHEMISTRY CLASS YOU'LL EVER TAKE) and hopelessly barely passing it. It was Finals time, and I had not brushed my hair or bothered with decent clothing for weeks, I was studying at a chain bookstore clutched to dear life to Organic Chemistry for dummies when out of the corner of my eye I saw Don Draper looking at books on Chess. I looked at myself, then looked at him, then looked at myself again and cursed, WHY OH WHY MUST I LOOK LIKE A HOBO!!! THE ONE TIME I SEE HIM AGAIN AND I LOOK LIKE SOMETHING SOMEONE SPAT OUT! However, thinking that the element of surprise would be on my side I approached him. I said hi to him and then nerves came over me and I clumsily sashayed away from him as fast as I could. To this day he still tells me that he thought I was a weird stalker. Granted, I knew his name, what instrument he played and asked him if he'd done something in a random place almost 2 years before, so yes, I can see how that can be misconstrued as stalking.

After that horrific experience and passing Organic Chemistry (YAY!) I concentrated all my energy back into music again. I re-started taking classes at the Performing Arts School I graduated from a couple of years back. I was excited about music again, then one day, as I was waiting in between lessons and chamber music rehearsal I see Donald Draper again in all his hot magnificence walking towards me. I asked to be pinched. It turned out that he was teaching!!! at the school I was taking classes. I re-introduced myself as Evy, weird-girl-from-Borders does not sound pretty, and we started talking about everything, regardless how random it was. I confirmed then and there that I was totally smitten with Don Draper.

Bad stuff happened, stuff that isn't nice to remember or even to talk about. Stuff that involved soo much hurt and pain that resulted in both me changing my phone number and moving across an ocean to be away from him.

They say that time and distance can cure all the hurt in the world, and it did. Six months after I left Don Draper and I started dating, albeit long distance. To this day, we've never broken up (knock on wood) and we're both happy than we've ever been.

So I can say that the moral of the story is: Stalking sometimes works.

Love Evy

PS. I've named him Donald Draper just because Donald Draper to me is one of the hottest fictional men ever (I ignore his flaws and horrible ethics,decisions and lifestyles). My person is the total opposite of the spectrum regarding those qualities, however the hotness, that they DO share.