Yep, you just read that right... I fell inlove with the DJ. It happens. And yes... alcohol was involved. But the thing that doesn't usually happen? The fact that I also married that DJ almost 21 months later.

 

Did I loose you? Yeah, well I lost myself and my train of thought, so maybe I should start from the beginning?

 

It was a picture perfect moment... the music was loud, the smoke was thick, and I was out with my girls having fun. Then out of the blue I turned around, and there he was... a sexy dark haired man standing next to the dj, doing the "shopping cart". For those of you who have no idea what the shopping cart is... it's one of those awkward dances in which you act like you are pushing a shopping cart through a store, and looking at different goods. Yeah, you kinda need to see it to understand it.

 

Anyways... this sexy dark haired man, was actually known by one of my friends, so she called him over. He said hi, I said hi. I was drunk, he was drunk. He then proceeded to totally ignore me, and started to flirt with another of my friends. Yeah... Well, me being me, picked up his phone, put my name and number in, and went about my night. Subtle right? Um, I did say alcohol was involved...

 

Fast forward two weeks.

 

Being bored one night, I decided to txt the sexy dark haired man. After some small talk, like "um, yeah, who the hell are you?" He asked me to come over. I refused knowing that all he wanted was what all men want at 11pm at night from an almost complete stranger... the dirty. So, I made a date for a couple of days later.

 

The whole drive to his house the first time, I kept thinking about cancelling. I mean, what girl in their right mind goes over to a guys house that she barely knows? Apparently me. Oh, I forgot to mention that I was fresh out of a relationship, and maybe I was only looking for one thing? Maybe.

 

Long story, short: I got there, we watched tv, we talked, we hung out, we bonded.

 

We talked about past relationships, we talked about dreams, we talked about favorites, we talked about jobs. We got to know each other. We had out first kiss.

 

Blah blah blah. Yeah, you know where everything lead. Or at least you can imagine. But, this isn't about my relationship's early history, it's about how I fell for the dj.

 

The first time the sexy dark haired man and I went to the bar, he told me about his hobby. The hobby that had occupied the better part of his twenties and went on to become a side job. The fact that he was also known as DJ Lowtech and knew how to remix the shit out of most songs.

 

Yeah, I didn't believe him at first. I personally thought that he was crazy, and was just making up this other persona to impress the girl that he has just met a couple weeks ago. I mean, DJ's get ass. A lot of ass. There is no denying that fact. And then he went on to tell me that he had DJ'd at the strip club and over 100 weddings. Those details kinda sealed the deal for me. I seriously thought that I had bought a one way ticket on the train to crazy train, and I had no idea what the hell I had gotten myself into. I mean, too many details are a big factor of lying. I was working towards a minor in Psychology, so apparently I was awesome.

 

I was wrong. So wrong. And apparently not awesome.

 

He was telling me the truth...

 

He told me how he could count the beats and then taught me. Without going into too much detail, he taught me so much, that he damn near taught me how to DJ. In retrospect, I think I would have been badass at it! But he kinda did teach our dog...

 

 

Anyways... now I can walk up in to a bar, and know exactly what is going on. I can also tell if a DJ is actually mixing or using a laptop. FYI: the majority of local bar DJ's are using premade mixes and laptops. It happens.

 

It's crazy... but yes, I will admit it. I fell inlove with the DJ. And I'm glad I did.