A Little About You

A Little About You

Part Three: Moving Fires

All women love a man in uniform. FACT. How could you not drool over a firefighter saving a puppy from a burning building? I couldn't, I was hooked, lined, and sunk. Sure, I had been in love before, I think, but not like this, it was instant, and felt like fate.

Let me back up for a minute, it was happy hour at a local bar, friends of mine were meeting up to grab drinks and unwind after a rough Thursday at the office. Sometime during my fourth or fifth margarita, a kitchen fire started and we were evacuated and the fire department showed up. They got everyone out and even rescued a puppy from the apartment above the bar.

While standing outside talking to my girls, a firefighter walked up to me interrupting my conversation.

"Hi, Hi, Hi, I'm Steven," he said.

Rolling my eyes and turning my head, I looked over at this stranger talking to me and attempting to not look annoyed replied: "Hi, Hi, Hi, I'm Emma, can I help you?"

"Sorry, I just saw your St Louis Cardinals hat, and I'm from there. You just reminded me of a little taste of home and wanted to say hey," Steven said.

At that moment, my heart melted. How could someone you just met or hadn't even met yet, remind you of home? The second our eyes locked, there was a stillness in the world. We were just there smiling at each other like complete idiots. I nearly forgot about all the people I came here with, from that moment it was just him and I.

"I've never been to St Louis actually, I'd love to go one day, in the arch. The hat was a gift from my dad." I explained. "Do you wanna come grab a drink with us when you're all done?" I asked him.

"I'd love too, I should be done here in just a minute, I'll come find you," he said walking away.

My friends all ended up leaving to go home and I waited for Steven to finish saving the world. We walked to another bar down the street, small talk, I asked him what brought him here, why he became a firefighter, the usual. We laughed at each other's bad jokes while throwing back tequila shots since I discovered he loves tequila as much as I do.

Minutes turned into hours, and the last call was closely approaching. We exchanged numbers and promised to see each other again. Walking away, I looked back, and there he was still standing there looking at me. Smiling, I continued to walk away with a new flutter in my heart.

*Ding* My phone beeped and I read "I had a really great time tonight Emma, have breakfast with me tomorrow?"

We met at a diner. He ordered eggs, and I got french toast that had more whipped cream than bread. I leaned over this mountain of whipped cream, he met me in the middle and we kissed. It was nothing special, but at the same time, it was the most special kiss I was ever graced with. We both smiled and blushed.

As perfect as everything was, you wanna know what the problem with Steven was? He was moving. Not just to the other side of town but far away, to California. He was already packing. He was leaving and yet he just arrived in my heart.

I still continued to see him while he was here, but we just didn't talk about the fact that he was leaving. We just enjoyed whatever this was while it was still here. We took a long weekend trip to Portland, partied our asses off. Ended up in a hotel bar with napkins that were more expensive than my shoes. We were dressed to the nines that night, no particular reason why, just because we wanted to look nice.

Dancing, I told him that I wish they would play my favorite song. Sitting back down to get a drink, he told me he'd be right back. After a minute or two, he sat back down next to me and the song came on the radio.

"How did you do that?!" I excitedly asked.

"I paid the DJ $20. I told him my girlfriend really wanted to hear this song," Steven said.

I hugged him, completely ignoring the fact that he called me his girlfriend. I remember us just sitting there looking up at the sky and all the lights from the buildings around us. It was so surreal, even with the music blasting and people all around us. Time stood still again, and I felt blessed.

That night we walked back to the hotel and laid down. Staring at each other we smiled and he kissed my nose. Our bodies were magnets to each other, the attraction we had was fire. I had never felt or experienced anything so intense. Kissing him gave me chills, his touch made me warm and his smile made me weak.

On top of him, I asked: "Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes, Do you want to?"


The next morning the sun woke me up, still there tangled in the sheets we laid. I didn't want to move. I didn't want to go home. I didn't want him to leave. He asked me to come with him, and as much as I wanted too, I wouldn't. Steven would just have to be the one that got away. That was all it was ever meant to be.

For once, Steven didn't put out a fire. He started one in me that could never be extingushed.

Cover Image Credit: Megan Dumas

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9 Reasons Crocs Are The Only Shoes You Need

Crocs have holes so your swag can breathe.

Do you have fond childhood objects that make you nostalgic just thinking about your favorite Barbie or sequenced purse? Well for me, its my navy Crocs. Those shoes put me through elementary school. I eventually wore them out so much that I had to say goodbye. I tried Airwalks and sandals, but nothing compared. Then on my senior trip in New York City, a four story Crocs store gleamed at me from across the street and I bought another pair of Navy Blue Crocs. The rest is history. I wear them every morning to the lake for practice and then throughout the day to help air out my soaking feet. I love my Crocs so much, that I was in shock when it became apparent to me that people don't feel the same. Here are nine reasons why you should just throw out all of your other shoes and settle on Crocs.

1. They are waterproof.

These bad boys can take on the wettest of water. Nobody is sure what they are made of, though. The debate is still out there on foam vs. rubber. You can wear these bad boys any place water may or may not be: to the lake for practice or to the club where all the thirsty boys are. But honestly who cares because they're buoyant and water proof. Raise the roof.

2. Your most reliable support system

There is a reason nurses and swimming instructors alike swear by Crocs. Comfort. Croc's clogs will make you feel like your are walking on a cloud of Laffy Taffy. They are wide enough that your toes are not squished, and the rubbery material forms perfectly around your foot. Added bonus: The holes let in a nice breeze while riding around on your Razor Scooter.

3. Insane durability

Have you ever been so angry you could throw a Croc 'cause same? Have you ever had a Croc bitten while wrestling a great white shark? Me too. Have you ever had your entire foot rolled like a fruit roll up but had your Crocs still intact? Also me. All I know is that Seal Team 6 may or may not have worn these shoes to find and kill Osama Bin Laden. Just sayin'.

4. Bling, bling, bling

Jibbitz, am I right?! These are basically they're own money in the industry of comfortable footwear. From Spongebob to Christmas to your favorite fossil, Jibbitz has it all. There's nothing more swag-tastic than pimped out crocs. Lady. Killer.

5. So many options

From the classic clog to fashionable sneakers, Crocs offer so many options that are just too good to pass up on. They have fur lined boots, wedges, sandals, loafers, Maryjane's, glow in the dark, Minion themed, and best of all, CAMO! Where did your feet go?!

6. Affordable

Crocs: $30

Feeling like a boss: Priceless

7. Two words: Adventure Straps

Because you know that when you move the strap from casual mode chillin' in the front to behind the heal, it's like using a shell on Mario Cart.

8. Crocs cares

Okay, but for real, Crocs is a great company because they have donated over 3 million pairs of crocs to people in need around the world. Move over Toms, the Croc is in the house.

9. Stylish AF

The boys will be coming for you like Steve Irwin.

Who cares what the haters say, right? Wear with pride, and go forth in style.

Cover Image Credit: Chicago Tribune

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From One Nerd To Another

My contemplation of the complexities between different forms of art.


Aside from reading Guy Harrison's guide to eliminating scientific ignorance called, "At Least Know This: Essential Science to Enhance Your Life" and, "The Breakthrough: Immunotherapy and the Race to Cure Cancer" by Charles Graeber, an informative and emotional historical account explaining the potential use of our own immune systems to cure cancer, I read articles and worked on my own writing in order to keep learning while enjoying my winter break back in December. I also took a trip to the Guggenheim Museum.

I wish I was artistic. Generally, I walk through museums in awe of what artists can do. The colors and dainty details simultaneously inspire me and remind me of what little talent I posses holding a paintbrush. Walking through the Guggenheim was no exception. Most of the pieces are done by Hilma af Klint, a 20th-century Swedish artist expressing her beliefs and curiosity about the universe through her abstract painting. I was mostly at the exhibit to appease my mom (a K - 8th-grade art teacher), but as we continued to look at each piece and read their descriptions, I slowly began to appreciate them and their underlying meanings.

I like writing that integrates symbols, double meanings, and metaphors into its message because I think that the best works of art are the ones that have to be sought after. If the writer simply tells you exactly what they were thinking and how their words should be interpreted, there's no room for imagination. An unpopular opinion in high school was that reading "The Scarlet Letter" by Nathaniel Hawthorne was fun. Well, I thought it was. At the beginning of the book, there's a scene where Hawthorne describes a wild rosebush that sits just outside of the community prison. As you read, you are free to decide whether it's an image of morality, the last taste of freedom and natural beauty for criminals walking toward their doom, or a symbol of the relationship between the Puritans with their prison-like expectations and Hester, the main character, who blossoms into herself throughout the novel. Whichever one you think it is doesn't matter, the point is that the rosebush can symbolize whatever you want it to. It's the same with paintings - they can be interpreted however you want them to be.

As we walked through the building, its spiral design leading us further and further upwards, we were able to catch glimpses of af Klint's life through the strokes of her brush. My favorite of her collections was one titled, "Evolution." As a science nerd myself, the idea that the story of our existence was being incorporated into art intrigued me. One piece represented the eras of geological time through her use of spirals and snails colored abstractly. She clued you into the story she was telling by using different colors and tones to represent different periods. It felt like reading "The Scarlet Letter" and my biology textbook at the same time. Maybe that sounds like the worst thing ever, but to me it was heaven. Art isn't just art and science isn't just science. Aspects of different studies coexist and join together to form something amazing that will speak to even the most untalented patron walking through the museum halls.

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