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So Raf and I first met at the beginning of our sophomore year at Creighton during a club meeting. Except, he doesn't remember this, so maybe I only met him at that time. When we were introducing ourselves during the meeting, I wasn't really listening, so I didn't learn his name. That was a problem. Luckily, like a month later, I saw him walking through the library, and I was sitting next to a friend who knew his name. This was the beginning of my Facebook stalking. I added him as a friend on FB, and he accepted, so naturally I started extensively looking through his Facebook posts and pictures. Flash-forward a few months, I still hadn't gotten the courage to talk to him. Whenever I would see him around with my friends, I referred to him as "my Phi Delt crush" (Phi Delt was his fraternity HAHA). February rolled around, and I was still appreciating him from afar, unbeknownst to Raf. My stalker game was hardcore. Luckily, I had a good roommate, Jody, who encouraged me to reach out. During the month of February, a sorority on Creighton's campus sells carnations for Valentine's Day as a fundraiser. Jody suggested I send Raf a flower, but I was a nervous little turtle. Finally, I agreed but only if it was anonymous! I happened to be out of town at the time and since it had taken so long for me to make the decision, Jody had to make the purchase for me. With the help of a friend, we came up with a little note to give in addition to the flower saying, "Raf, I appreciate everything you got going on." Here I was, blissfully thinking the flower was sent anonymously. SILLY ME!! The the note ended up having my name on it, and it was read aloud in front of Raf's whole fraternity when the flowers were passed out. Raf thought it was a joke. Brittni is such a basic name, he thought. SILLY RAF!! A couple of days later, one of his friends confirmed I was a real person. He got my number, texted me, we met up for coffee, and the rest is history. Thank God, he wasn't a weirdo.

I had first noticed the shadows. To be fair, it was more than that. Perhaps it was the distinctly unsettling feeling that I was being watched. Perhaps it was the eyes peering from around the corners of hallways, the footsteps that evaporated rapidly when I turned around, the gentle rattle of my bedroom window's lock being picked while I attempted to sleep. Perhaps it really was all just in my head. These suspicions were confirmed, however, when I received a flower with a message attached. "Raf, I appreciate everything you've got going on - Brittni". Indeed, I was being watched. When I first received the carnation, I didn't think much of it. I figured that it had been sent as a joke from one of my friends. I guess that could be a testament to my lack of self-confidence. Anyway, weeks passed with minimal actions being taken on my part, although the sense of being watched was intensifying. Then, one night, a friend of mine told me that he had something he had to tell me. We were both in a rush at the time, so we agreed to talk later. I approached him that evening and asked what the news was. "What news?" "I don't know man, didn't you have something to say?" "Nah, I don't think so." "No worries, just let me know if you remember." This part was critical: a week later, he remembered. "Raf! I remembered that thing I was going to tell you! That one girl, the one who sent you that note - she's real! Brittni is real." A week later, I was walking through a parking lot outside of Creighton, approaching the location of our romantic first date: the Starbucks in the student center. "I probably should have picked a different place," I thought as I neared the building, "this person could end up being my wife! No... that's ridiculous." After wandering for several minutes through the student center in search of her, she tapped me on the shoulder, resolving my quest for my hidden admirer and nearly immediately correcting my previous thought. It wasn't so ridiculous after all.