We're getting married!

Anyone who has ever had the pleasure of sitting next to me in college knows I am a cold hard bitch the first week of any semester, well Brian was no exception to this rule. Let me take you to circa September 2011, Spanish 101. I take my most sought after seat, second to last row right next to the wall directly in front of the door. The room is mostly barren, I take out my notebook and start to play a game on my phone. I hear someone moving the chair next me "uhggg of course this asshole has to sit right next to me! Out of all the damn seats!", I look over to see some middle eastern guy, I make a half ass smile, say nothing and go back to my game. This went on for about two weeks, same guy sitting next to me not saying one word, until one day I looked over at his notebook. Now you would think most people would be taking notes, not this guy, this guy was drawing a Man Bull. Yes, a Man Bull, our professor (Prof. Del Torre), with horns, a tail and a lot fatter then the man actually was. I couldn't help but laugh. That was the day I found out this middle eastern guy was not middle eastern, he was Colombian (you know I cheated off him the rest of the semester), and his name was Brian. I know how cliche this sounds, but who would have thought I would be marrying that guy who had to sit next to me in Spanish class? The Spanish class that I found out a year later I didn't have to take. Brian and I don't really believe in some mystical divine power or that things happen for a reason, but we would like to thank the terrible guidance councilors at Suffolk County Community College and Prof. Del Torre and his never ending rants of the time he was on "Who Wants to be a Millionaire" (he didn't become a millionaire), without you I would have never had the chance to sit next to and laugh with that guy from Spanish Class.