Day 345: How we met

HER STORY:
It was the summer of 2009. I was headed to DC to go to a friend's bday party and got caught right in the middle of Saturday 495 traffic. It was the first time that I got stuck in bad, bad traffic and my terrific mood was slowly evaporating in the afternoon heat. In my desperation, I began pulling at my curly 'fro to displace some of my anger. When I finally arrived to the make-shift bbq in the parking lot, I was hot, sticky and my fro was pointing in all directions. It was mostly girls there at that point, but some guys arrived. I quickly looked at them and saw none that were my type, but they were all nice. We decided to play spades and two of the guys didn't know how to play. I remember thinking "what I've never met a Black person who didn't know how to play spades." Two of the guys were brothers, one of them was quiet, but the other one was talkative, so I agreed to help him learn how to play spades.
HIS STORY:
I went with a couple guys to a birthday party for a girl I went to college with. We arrived late and there was already a bunch of people already there, mostly girls. There was one girl with a pulled out afro in a dress with a frown on her face. What was her deal? When it was time to eat the girl was sitting on a blanket on the ground by herself while everyone else sat in chairs and I asked her if I could sit next to her. She told me no.
HER STORY:
I don't even remember the quiet one asking me anything. He was so quiet. But I was hot and angry and decided to go inside for some water.
HIS STORY:
I just wanted a beer. The staircase was very narrow and I found myself behind a terrific round butt. I opened the fridge and asked her what she wanted, then handed her a water as I grabbed a beer. P.S. Who drinks water at a party?
HER STORY: 
I felt him watching my butt and then he offered me a drink, was he just being nice? When I came back down he was sitting in my seat, the only one that had a rocker. He kindly gave it and told me I could sit in it, but he was still being quiet.
HIS STORY:
I was telling a story about how my brother and I have the same birthdays and when I said May 19th, the girl with the fabulous butt looked at me.
HER STORY:
His birthday is the same as mine!!!! I was so excited that I ran up to talk to him. I tried to get him and his friends to hang out with us that night, but unfortunately they had all partied the night before together and were going to separate parties that night. I asked the girls about him and they all said that he was a good guy, but not my type. But that wouldn't stop us from speaking again. 
TO BE CONTINUED...