Some might call it the summer of love (for various unmentionable reasons), summer 2006, right before our junior year at UCSB. My best friend Felicia moved into a new house with some friends. Fourteen friends to be exact, living in one house, a beach front house. Fourteen doesn't include the transient visitors, occasional furry friends let in through an open door, and mounds of red cups that accumulated from nightly get-togethers in the back yard.
Well it turns out that her friends, were his friends, and so it is that I met John Felts living at 6641 Del Playa Drive in Isla Vista, CA. He the recluse who liked to spend his time sitting up in his room, only to be bothered when the party spilled over into his space. Or when someone mentioned the words "Beer Pong". Or pizza.
One night the festivities settled down and moved inside. Amongst a group conversation one of the girls mentioned how pretty my necklace was. I had just bought it and was feeling really snazzy about it. Enter, Mr. Felts, who felt compelled at that moment, our first real interaction, to say "I'm sorry, but I don't really get that necklace".
What does that even mean? What is there to get? This isn't the meaning of life here, it's a necklace.
With this in mind, I said, "I don't really understand why you care about my necklace to begin with"
And so our fairy tale began in the most unfairy-like fashion, with a trivial disagreement over a necklace and a few beers. Like any good romantic comedy I thought he was a jerk and he thought god knows what about me. At some point we realized we both liked National Geographic specials, drinking and having philosophical debates, and compulsively quoting the movie Anchorman.
5 years, and an untold amount of Anchorman quotes later, the rest is history.