He was the guy across the hall. He was sitting at this computer cruising Facebook, back in the early days of FB. One of his roommates had braved the 30 feet that separated out front doors to invite us over to meet the neighbors. At first, we were a little skeptical about this guy, but figured, “Why not meet some new people?”
Three of my roommates and I wandered over to hang out. We had been in Florida for all of 48 hours, adjusting to the extreme humidity and looming thunderstorms. It was mid-hurricane season. We were all there for the same reason – to work at DisneyWorld.
I happened to sit on the couch closest to the guy who was at his computer. He introduced himself as “Centurion” where I did a double-take and asked him, “Could you say that again?” “Centurion,” he said and laughed softly, suggesting that this was a common occurrence. “You can call me Cent.” I introduced myself, and we chatted about where we were from and where Disney had placed us. I was in merchandise; he was in operations. I worked at Downtown Disney at a store; he was a cast member in the bright yellow costume directing traffic and driving the trams at EPCOT. BRIGHT YELLOW, with STRIPES.
After that first meeting, as my roommates and I traipsed back across the hall, they were all making a big deal.
“OOOOOH, you like him!” they all mused.
“Shut up!” was my typical response.
“You guys are going to get marrrrrrried!”
Seriously, I had just met the guy! And the main reason we were talking was because we were sitting closest to each other. Well, I suppose my roommates were a little more prophetic than I gave them credit for. Turns out, about three and half years later, they would be spot on.
Happy Birthday, love! You make me the happiest girl in the world and plus, you put up with all my shenanigans. You listen to my rants and ramblings and bring out the best in me. You’re so patient and kind and you make me laugh, even if it’s at myself. You’re the best and here’s to you, Mr. Wood! See you Thursday!
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