Last week I tried my hand at starting a new writing prompt. I wasn’t certain that anyone — besides me — would join in on the fun, but five other bloggers participated, which, for a brand new prompt, was a decent turnout.
The idea is that each Thursday I will ask you to tell a story about a specific topic. You can write about the actual event as it happened in real life, or you can create a fictional telling of that event. It’s your call. There are no rules. Your post can be as long or as short as you want. Prose, poetry, whatever.
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This week’s prompt:
Tell the story about how you met your significant other.
You can write about your current spouse, girlfriend, or boyfriend. Or you can write about a previous relationship if that works better for you. And if you don’t currently have a significant other, write about how you might envision meeting that person.
To get you started, here’s my story.
Math was never my strong suit in school. Unfortunately, a course in advanced business statistics stood in the way between me and my bachelors degree and midway through the semester, I was struggling.
With midterms coming up, I asked a few of my friends in that class if there were any study groups I could join. One girl who I didn’t really know very well told me that her study group was meeting at her apartment that very night.
Up to that point, I hadn’t paid much attention to her. I’d never seen her on campus and this advanced stat class was the only class we had in common. Turns out that she had transferred from a local community college and this was her first semester on campus at my school.
She was a decent looking girl. Not a knockout or anything, but pleasant to look at. But she seemed to be quite shy and barely interacted with anyone in the class. So I was surprised that she was hosting a study group.
She gave me her address and suggested I show up at around 7 p.m. When I knocked on her door, she opened it and invited me in. She was wearing a tank top and shorts and, to be honest, looked kind of hot. She invited me to sit down next to her on the sofa in the living room. I asked her where the others were and she said, “Oh, didn’t I tell you? It’s just the two of us.” Hmm.
A very good statistics tutor, she explained a lot of the central concepts I’d been having trouble grasping. She really made it seem easy. By the end of the night, I was feeling well-prepared for the midterm exam.
I’m pleased to report that I am now quite proficient when it comes to advanced business statistics. After all, I’ve had years of excellent tutoring.
Okay. Your turn.