The Missing Piece of My Life
Kaitlyn Otto
Professor Hochmeister
English 1301
11 February 2013
The Missing Piece of my Life There’s something so intense about falling in love. It’s this all natural high, which you become so addicted to. It’s a gentle brush of a hand and the immediate embarrassing thought process that follows of wondering if it was on purpose, or the ever intense butterflies fluttering around in your stomach every time you see the glowing light from your cell phone, wondering if it’s that person calling you. I remember being consumed with this feeling two and a half years ago, when I first met this amazing man, I now get to call my best friend, and partner for life.
I had just started my new summer job. It was a sports bar, filled with young girls running around innocently flirting with their customers. It was a fun job. We all walked around with the kind of care-free attitude eighteen to twenty year old girls can have, being silly and bouncing around all day. It was a well-lit bar, windows on every wall, and extremely loud. Between screaming sports fans, the chatter of the waitresses and the music that was always playing, it was exactly where an eighteen year old like me wanted to be, a constant party.
I remember this night so vividly, it’s like it happened yesterday. I had been working a thirteen hour shift for the third day in a row, I was exhausted. I was the only waitress on, since everyone else but the bartender had already gone home for the night. There were a select few of our regulars, just sitting around enjoying their drinks and talking amongst themselves, as I went from table to table saying quick one liner’s and hurriedly taking orders. At the end of the bar there was one of the regulars I was used to seeing every night, then I noticed next to him was this guy I had never seen before. He immediately caught my attention. He was a very strong looking man, like he could break a glass if he held it too tightly. Sitting hunched over his
Professor Hochmeister
English 1301
11 February 2013
The Missing Piece of my Life There’s something so intense about falling in love. It’s this all natural high, which you become so addicted to. It’s a gentle brush of a hand and the immediate embarrassing thought process that follows of wondering if it was on purpose, or the ever intense butterflies fluttering around in your stomach every time you see the glowing light from your cell phone, wondering if it’s that person calling you. I remember being consumed with this feeling two and a half years ago, when I first met this amazing man, I now get to call my best friend, and partner for life.
I had just started my new summer job. It was a sports bar, filled with young girls running around innocently flirting with their customers. It was a fun job. We all walked around with the kind of care-free attitude eighteen to twenty year old girls can have, being silly and bouncing around all day. It was a well-lit bar, windows on every wall, and extremely loud. Between screaming sports fans, the chatter of the waitresses and the music that was always playing, it was exactly where an eighteen year old like me wanted to be, a constant party.
I remember this night so vividly, it’s like it happened yesterday. I had been working a thirteen hour shift for the third day in a row, I was exhausted. I was the only waitress on, since everyone else but the bartender had already gone home for the night. There were a select few of our regulars, just sitting around enjoying their drinks and talking amongst themselves, as I went from table to table saying quick one liner’s and hurriedly taking orders. At the end of the bar there was one of the regulars I was used to seeing every night, then I noticed next to him was this guy I had never seen before. He immediately caught my attention. He was a very strong looking man, like he could break a glass if he held it too tightly. Sitting hunched over his