Meant to Be

Do you believe in destiny? Fate? Coincidences? There is one thing that I know. There is a song titled "Amanda."  Anyone know the band who sings it? BOSTON. I am sorry, but isn't that crazy? Every time I think about it it blows my mind. What on earth are the odds? Isn't it only appropriate to credit this to fate? That aint no coincidence.  It makes me giddy just thinking about it. Clearly I have found my soul mate.  If I ever believed in such a thing.  What makes this all even better? MY Boston sings/plays this song to me.  And when he does, it is like heaven on earth.

Sure... this post might be a little silly. Sure.. I might be slightly kidding.  But really though... I love my Boston. My name is Amanda.  Listen to the song. And smile for me. Cause I think that this is groundbreaking news.  

Can I have your number? — Chapter Three

      A few days passed. Amanda was busy with finals and work. On Tuesday night, she came home and got on Facebook. A message popped up. To her surprise, it was from Boston. He had asked her if she was managing the next day at work. She wondered why on earth this boy was talking to her and what did he want? They continued on in conversation and ended up talking about work, and classical music. They discovered that they both adored Frank Sinatra, and that really caught her attention. This common interest was something special between them, though she didn’t quite realize that at the time. The conversation ended that night by Amanda complimenting Boston on his excellent vocabulary, and asking him for a lesson sometime. She truly was impressed (as well as a little intimidated) by the way he talked and presented himself.

        The following afternoon, Boston messaged Amanda. Amanda thought it was a little odd that he was talking to her again. She replied, while thinking that he was probably just trying to get to know her since she was his manager. They continued in an easy going conversation about music and movies. It wasn’t long before Amanda realized that he was really fun to talk to. Somehow, she could sense something special about this new friendship. It really was not romantic at all for her at this point, but she just felt drawn to him. This feeling only increased as they continued to talk as if they had been friends for years. She had never felt that way so quickly before. Her favorite part of their conversation that night was when they talked about their aspirations. It wasn’t long before Boston asked for her number, in the most disguised and clever of ways. Clueless Amanda gave it to him, all the while thinking he asked for her number because he felt bad for her. Little did she know that she would talk to this boy every single day from this day forward.

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         At this point, Boston was somewhat conflicted—he fancied Amanda so fervently, yet he had some things going against him. First of all, she was older than him (in fact her younger sister even surpassed him in age) by two years, two months, three weeks, and two days to be exact. Considering the man is older in a uniform relationship, this would be a deviation to be encountered. Secondly, Amanda had a quasi-boyfriend. Boston had done some studying, and found that Taurus—Amanda’s zodiac—is very stubborn, resistant to change, etc. He was not a passionate believer in this commonly deemed pseudoscience, but he knew it to often be uncannily accurate, so he took it into consideration. He deduced that Amanda was reluctant toward commitment in a romantic relationship; this could prove to be an impediment in his endeavors, but also the contrary, he was enticed by the challenge.

        It was the night of December 7. Boston was wasting time on Facebook. He glanced at the “chat” tab to find Amanda’s name at the top. He had added her as a friend two months ago along with all his other coworkers, but had never messaged her. After Facebook stalking her, he resolved to do just that.

        “Are you managing Wednesday?” was the first text he sent her. He knew she was most likely wondering why in the world this petty boy would be so bold as to attempt to exchange pleasantries with her, but he continued nonetheless. Their conversation flowed, wandering to such subjects as future careers and school. Boston also discovered that Amanda enjoyed the works of Frank Sinatra, which incited such attraction in him as was almost too much to handle—Frank Sinatra was his idol and role model, and the vast majority of his generation didn’t know anything about him other than his name. The fact that Amanda not only knew him, but appreciated him, was monumental. To augment his thriving fancy, when Amanda asked him what he was doing, he said “Facebook and Handel,” and to his astonishment, she actually recognized his reference, being George Frideric Handel. At this point his feelings for this woman were beyond description. She had exemplified a myriad of commendable qualities, each increasing her alluring mystique. Boston knew he was going to have to work for this woman, and he was ready to do just that. He had moderate confidence in his charm and his way with words. He was doubtful, but hopeful. He would do anything in his power to have this meritorious woman.

Earth Angel

Since the incident, Boston had not been able to stop thinking about Amanda. Day in and day out, he reminisced of her beauty. Her eloquent features recurred again and again in his memory. The images were compelling; they enraptured his soul, consuming his every thought. He had never felt so drawn to a woman, and was astonished by this sudden infatuation. He truly could only compare her to an angel. It was as if even beneath his superficial attraction to her, he could sense an even deeper beauty in her soul. Indeed, as he reached further into the past, he recalled other nights when she had been manager, particularly the first. It had been a few weeks ago. He had never given Amanda any thought other than judging her to be a very amenable young woman. While the night was young, he had asked another coworker who was to manage that evening. To his surprise, the reply was indeed Amanda. As he soon realized, this was actually a pleasant surprise—in fact, a surprisingly pleasant surprise; by some strange phenomenon, upon hearing these words he had experienced a sudden peace, a serenity that consumed his being, put him in a magnificent state of tranquility. He couldn't explain it. He immediately became aware of the fact that he had taken a liking to Amanda. He had spoken to her once and knew virtually nothing about her, yet he somehow held her in such high esteem. He felt the stress induced by other managers—and the job in general—melt away. It was inexplicable. This occurrence utterly fascinated him, but not with ambiguity; rather, with uncanny lucidity. Through that night's duration, he continued work with a new persona. He could almost feel a warmth in his innards. As he slaved away at this miserable job, he was unfazed by the unpleasantness of his duties: even the mere thought of Miss Amanda Hunsaker was enough to soothe him.

For the next several days, Boston's every thought was enveloped by this divine woman. He absolutely could not stop thinking about her. He was a very analytic person, at least when it came to the opposite sex and sociology, particularly romantic relationships. He had observed and sized up countless women, and none, not a single one, had come within miles of this one. He hardly knew her, yet he felt this way. How would he feel if they became more acquainted? She would be that much more incredible! He was absolutely affirmed of his inclination to pursue her, and so he did.

State of Grace

I love the song State of Grace by Taylor Swift.  Her whole new album is excellent.  I posted this picture because this line from that song reminds me of Boston.  As we approach our "one year" from meeting/ interacting, I can't help but reflect a little on the past year.  I certainly never saw him coming, and I know I will never be the same.  It is quite weird to even try to remember life without him.  He is my everything.  He makes me feel whole.  He makes me feel things I never knew existed.  That is why I will never be the same. 

Sometimes I wish I could write our whole story down. Like The Notebook!  I thought I'd give it a go, and start our first chapter.

December of 2011


Life was going alright for Amanda in December of 2011.  She was just finishing up with her first semester in college.  She had also began her second year working at Kneaders Bakery and Cafe.  Change was in the air, as she had been made a night manager on Saturdays just a few weeks ago.  With this new responsibility came a great sense of accomplishment, and she was feeling pretty confident at work.  One Saturday night, December 3rd, she went to take a dirty dish to the sinks in the back.  As she neared her destination, she was taken back a little bit.  Classical music was being played on the radio.  "How unique," she thought to herself.  She approached the young man who was scrubbing away at a dish.  His name was Boston, and all Amanda knew about him was that he was Lennyx's little brother.  "I like your music," she stated as she set the dish down.  She smiled to herself as she walked away.  She didn't think twice of the encounter. 

Meanwhile....

Boston had started working at Kneaders in October, and was mostly enjoying himself so far. It was a Saturday night, and he was in the far back doing his favorite job, dishes—he could work in solitude on Saturdays, go at his own pace, and most importantly, listen to music. Tonight he was in a more serene mood; he was listening to 89.1 FM, the classical music station. His thoughts wandering to this subject or that, his manager came back to drop off something for him to clean. Her name was Amanda. She had just started managing Saturday nights, so he didn't know her very well, not to mention she was a quiet girl. As she set down the dish, she looked at Boston and softly said, "I like your music" with the subtlest yet warmest of smiles, her eyes glowing. She left to go back up front, but her image in Boston’s mind did not. In fact, it was forever seared in his memory, ingrained in his mind's eye. So powerful was it that he thought of nothing else for the rest of the night. Her small—not thin or sallow, but small, perfectly red lips; her cute little teeth, so white; her glistening irises that calmed his soul and filled his heart with such tranquility; her soft, heavenly voice that soothed his every worry, relaxed his every muscle; her impeccable olive skin, with the most exquisite pink hue, that he somehow knew was softer than a cloud. He could not understand what had happened. Just by looking at him and uttering those four simple words, that seemed so meaningless yet so profound, she had imprinted something inside him. Something incredible. Something he had never experienced, nor could comprehend. It truly was like love at first sight, though he did not think of that. As a matter of fact, he had spoken to her once before, but hadn't felt anything significant. As he reflected however, he decided that the reason for this encounter being so momentous was how close she was—close enough for him to look into her eyes, to be mesmerized by them. This woman, this beautiful, lovely woman, had enticed him to such a degree that he had never imagined existed. At that moment, he knew that no matter what challenges he had to overcome, no matter what bulwarks he must traverse, no matter what obstacles stood in his way, he would make her his own.

Lucky Girl

I sure am a lucky gal.  My boyfriend is basically the best guy in town.  He is overwhelmingly sweet and cute. A couple weeks ago, he said something I will never forget.  We were talking about the future, and I was stressing out about money and worrying if we would be struggling.  Bost eased my troubles by saying this: "Mand, I would marry you if all we had was a penny and a yo-yo."  This boy reminds me what matters most in life.  I am so lucky to have him.  He loves me so much, every day, no matter what.  What a great feeling, to know that whether we are rich or poor, successful or struggling, I will have him. We will have each other.  I couldn't ask for anything more. 

A little memory...

 I wanted to write about a favorite memory of mine with my Bost.  It was back in August, but I always think about it. It was a Friday, I worked and I didn't get home till six. But after that we just hung out and had a low key night. We made ourselves a dinner of baked potatoes and chili which turned out to be fantastic! Then later we headed over to Iceberg to get a Grasshopper shake to share. On the way there we listened to Michael Buble the whole time. Flip, I love him! I love that me and Bost both love his music. It was just sort of special to me. To be doing something that hardly costs any money, but yet thoroughly enjoying it.  Plus, Michael Buble always has a special effect on me. His music is just so dreamy and delicious. Anyways. It was such a good night for me and I love that memory. It makes me realize that when I am  married, we can be completely and perfectly happy, whether we have plenty of money or are kind of struggling. 

Here we go...

Headin to THRILLER

Well, it happened. I got a blog.  I am not sure why I am starting this.  I don't expect that anyone would ever read this. Ever. But hey, I think it will be something fun to do.  I am pretty excited about this actually! I think I will post a pic or 2

Happy Halloween?

My punkin