#and wore a Slytherin tie with tshirts

[slutforsidewalks]

My superpower is that I'm too autistic to comprehend mainstream views of gender

[idgaf-what-you-call-me]

There are moments in your life when time stops. Or at least it feels like it. Sometimes they happen during really tragic events, but others occur at seemingly innocuous moments that you later find out define your life.

I met my husband at 17. I had just moved away from home to college out of state. I had been on campus all of 4 days and was walking back from my carefully planned and timed route from class (it was orientation still), and was walking up steps to my dorm hall. Then I saw him.

A tall and slender guy, wearing a red “FRANKIE SAY RELAX” tshirt, relaxed fit jeans, rainbow tie dyed hightop converse, and a brown newspaper boy hat. He had long blonde hair, goatee, shark tooth earring, scar that sliced through his eyebrow. And I literally stopped in my tracks. I was having a very fun with a girl at the time, and he was exactly opposite of my type when it came to men yet in that moment, I had tunnel vision.

It didn’t feel like lust. I was very familiar with that feeling. Instead I just felt like I REALLY Needed to know him. It felt like the universe had put that Beetlejuice arrow above him. And I froze, and he didn’t look my way.

Afterwards I immediately talked my roommate’s ear off about it. “What about you know?” She was right to ask, but I didn’t even know this guys name and I wasn’t about to end my very fun time with (lets call her “Amanda” lol she’d kill me for calling her Amanda) Amanda. I didn’t have to hide who I was around her. I wouldn’t give her up for a chance encounter.

Later that night on my way to dinner my college roommate and I stepped out of our room at the same time as the guys across the hall. It was him. Frankie-say-relax guy. Oh holy hell I thought, maybe this was the universe’s way of screaming at you.

You know how I thought he didn’t notice me.

“You were wearing a green Slytherin shirt, no one wore those at the time. You were unashamed of being kind of bad. You had brown cargo pants, sneakers, and your hair was down. It was to your chin and red.��

He noticed me.