I bet you think the persistence was on my end, right?!
As if I stalked NFL players, with stars in my eyes? That I was the classic “groupie,” hanging out in the clubs and looking for my Mr. NFL, right? Right?
Well, the hanging out in the clubs part was true.
I had just turned twenty-one, and one of my friends was a Seagal, (a cheerleader for the Seattle Seahawks). I was lucky enough to attend two Seahawks games, thanks to her. Being the Seahawk fan that I was, it was only natural for me to spend the entire game watching the cheerleaders dance. After one of the games, she invited me out to a club, that at the time, was called Watertown. We got all dolled-up, went out and cut a rug on the dance floor. Like, seriously CUT A RUG! I had pit, back, and butt-sweat. I won’t even talk about my hair, it was a hot, sweaty mess. We were just about to exit the club and my friend says, “Marcus Trufant is here! We went to WSU together! Let’s go over and say hi.” At that point, I think I had about three long island iced teas, was game for whatever and I danced my way over to meet the “rookie.”
My friend introduced us. We looked into each other’s eyes… and in my head, I was just thinking, “Where is that cute guy I was dancing with earlier?” I gave the “rookie” a handshake and made my way out of the club… and that was it.
My next encounter with the “rookie” was at… where? You guessed it, another club. This time it was for a fashion show that my Seagal friend and Marcus were participating in. After the fashion show, we all hung out at the bar. I was NOT feeling the “rookie” and he was clearly into me. So I “took one for the team,” as you would say, and continued to engage in conversations with him on behalf of my friend, who was hanging with one of his friends.
To make the long story interesting, I ended up having to stay the night at the “rookie’s” house, because my friend was suddenly “unable” to drive me back home. I was PISSED! I did not know this guy, nor did I like him and I was forced to spend the night at his house. Here is the best part, all of his rooms were occupied and I ended up sleeping in HIS ROOM! I made him draw a line down the middle of his bed, separating “his side” from “my side.” I jokingly told him not to touch me, (but I was serious) and went to sleep. The next morning, before he left for practice and leaving my friend and I in his house alone, he asked for my number. I gave it to him… out of sympathy. Haha!
According to him, he called and left a message the next day on my answering machine, but I never called him back. I don’t recall…
BUT, that “rookie” was persistent and did not give up. He started inviting my friend and I over to his house, just as “friends,” almost every weekend to party. We would go out, have a great time and then repeat it the next weekend. We would dance with each other as “friends,” and have a ball! The “rookie” finally mustered up enough courage to ask me on a date. In my head, I said, “Nope, no thanks.” But instead, I said yes. Why I said yes, I don’t know. Oh wait, I know why… out of sympathy. (He absolutely despises when I say that). Haha!
Flash-forward to date night. I spent the day trying to figure out a way to cancel, but I couldn’t do it. The plan was to go to dinner and then to see a movie. I’ll never forget when he picked me up in his black Cadillac Escalade and took me to Bahama Breeze for dinner. I was super nervous for some reason. He had a tan bucket-hat on with fresh braids underneath and smelled amazing. We had great conversation and good food. The “rookie” was very nice, polite, well-spoken and suave. He was well put together, a true gentleman… but just not what I wanted. So, I came up with a LIE to get out of the second part of the date. I told him I had to study for a test, and that was that. He took me home.
We continued to talk as friends. Still going out in a group setting, and we even started flirting with one another a bit… but just as flirty-friends, so I thought. And then one day…
I didn’t hear from him anymore.
After about one week, I started to go CRAZY. I was wondering what I had done, why he didn’t call me anymore, what was wrong with me? I was acting like I had just lost my boyfriend! Wait. What?! My boyfriend? What were these feelings I was having? It took not hearing from him to realize that I liked him! He wasn’t just the “rookie,” he was Marcus. Marcus Lavon Trufant to be exact, and I liked him! I really, really liked him and I missed him terribly!
Two weeks passed and not a word. I get a call from my girlfriend saying she was AT HIS HOUSE with a bunch of others, hanging out. I almost died! I tried to play it cool and said something like, “Hey, why wasn’t I invited?” She asked him and he told her to have me come over. He had shoulder surgery two weeks ago and had somehow lost my number, (sounds kinda janky right)? If you don’t think I drove FULL SPEED over there, think again.
After that night, he asked me out on a second date. This time, the date was just him and I at his house. We sat on two bar stools in his kitchen and talked for probably five hours; it was the most amazing date ever.
The rest, is history.
And that my friends, is how I snagged the love of my life.