Turning back toward the group, I slip on something, and everything slows, my eyes widening as my body hurtles toward the ground like a magnet.

And then a pair of arms surrounds me, catching me like a parachute just before I hit the ground and carefully guiding me back to my feet.

I whip around, my arm brushing the guy who caught me. He’s actually pretty cute—bright blue eyes, a little bit of dark stubble on his chin, dressed in a letterman’s jacket.

“Whoa, you okay?” he asks.

I nod because my voice is caught somewhere in my throat.

He smiles, and for a second, I can pretend he’s flirting with me. I mean, I’m cute as hell, and he’s probably thinking about how Fate must have been working overtime to bring us together. His eyes rove over me once, like he’s trying to drink me in, memorize every line of my body so he’ll never forget this moment that we spent together.

This is the part where he’ll say he doesn’t usually go to college parties, but he’s glad he made it to this one. I’ll laugh shyly, extending my hand as I introduce myself, and he’ll be enraptured, his hands trembling as he returns the gesture.

Then he says, “Be careful next time. You almost ate it.”

“Yeah,” I say, but he’s already walking away. And really, his face is already fading from my mind, but God, that could’ve been the perfect meet cute. Why couldn’t he just talk to me?

But then, I also know how this works. I’m a gay, triracial trans guy who only passes when the sun aligns with the moon just right and the Earth tilts upside down. Dudes like me don’t just get to stumble into the perfect little meet cute. No, if we want meet cutes, we have to make them ourselves.

Sunday, May 27

MeetCuteDiary posted:

After he helped me get my footing, he said, “Are you okay?”

I nodded, my heart racing. He really was the most beautiful guy I’d ever seen—one of those hot lumberjack beards and sparkling green eyes. “I’m sorry,” I said. “I can be clumsy sometimes.”

And he laughed, a glint in his eye as he said, “It’s fine. I’m just glad you didn’t make a joke about falling for me.”

I laughed too. He stuck his hands in his pockets and said, “You know, I can’t believe we haven’t met before.”

“I just moved here.”

“Oh, well, would you like someone to show you around sometime?”

I smiled, warmth spreading through me. “I’d love that.”

And we’ve been going out ever since.

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Bubblebabe replied: This is beautiful! Love this meet cute!

Kissmelikeyoumissme replied: I want a relationship like this!

Fungeonparty replied: Thank you for sharing your story! This was so reassuring to read!

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