I ended up writing about how Chris and I met first, and it was pretty much a novel, so I'll answer the others when I'm back from my trip.
Chris moved to my hometown in 1992, just before school was out for the summer. I went to a Catholic school out of town, and he went to the public school - which as luck would have it, is also where Monica went.
I had seen him around town once or twice and had thought he was "really, really cute", so when the district schools got together for Track and Field day, I was hoping I would somehow get to meet him. Of course, he was two years older than me, so I figured he wouldn't look twice anyways - and yes, I was thinking all this just before I was even 12 years old.
Anyways, at the end of Track and Field day, I stayed behind to walk home with Monica, since it was pointless for me to bus all the way back to my school when I could just walk the two minutes to my house. I remember walking through the halls with her, and seeing Chris walking towards us. He was listening to a yellow walkman, and I grabbed Monica's arm and shrieked "Ohmygodthereheisyouhavetointroducemetohim!" So when he was walking by, Monica said "Hey Chris, this is my friend Alison," and he said "Hey" and smiled at me.
Five minutes later when Monica and I were walking home I actually said "I am going to marry that guy someday" - and that is absolutely the truth.
That fall his sister switched to my school, and I would bombard her with questions about him every chance I got. I would get her to bring in pictures of him, and I would call their house to talk to her - all the while hoping he would pick up the phone when I called. Then it got to the point that when the school bus would drop her off and he would be outside in the yard, I would hang out the bus window and scream "Hi!" to him.
What can I say - I don't know how to play hard to get, lol.
The summer before I started high school (in 1994), I noticed that he would always be over at one of my neighbour's houses, playing football with their son. Naturally, I began to spend all my free time outside, hoping to see him. Then one day his friend developed a terrible throwing arm, and the football kept ending up in my yard, thereby forcing Chris to have to run across the street and into my yard - very odd.
That summer he got his Learner's Permit, and I began to notice that he seemed to be driving down my street a lot. It wasn't long before I realized that he was driving by my house, turning around at the end of the street, driving by the other way, and so on and so on.
When school started we would say hi in the halls, smiling at each other, and making up lame excuses to have to talk to each other. Then one night I was walking across the street from Monica's house to my own, and it was pitch black outside. I had to walk by this huge row of trees, and it always spooked me out to do that - half the time I would end up running full tilt down her driveway.
So just as I was about to kick it into high gear, three guys jumped out of the trees and grabbed me and I screamed. And screamed and screamed and screamed - I'm still surprised my dad didn't come out of the house with a shotgun. The three guys turned out to be Chris and two of his buddies, who had seen me go into Monica's house earlier and were lying in wait for me.
After I quit screaming, I ended up standing on the road talking to them for over an hour. Two days later, he called me at home to "ask me out", which I wrote about here (#19), and that was that :)