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My g/f and I barely knew each other, and I actually thought she was scared of me before we started hanging out, but the way we got together was kinda cool, but pretty simple.
She is an international student, and we met originally at school. She was taking E.S.L. (english as a second language) classes, and I was taking Japanese at the time. I look back and I think how cute it was; she was Japanese and barely knew English, and I was an American who barely knew Japanese.
Anyway, we saw each other off and on, in short bursts here and there, and then the following summer I was under the assumption that she had left and went back to Japan forever. But, that very next fall, we had chemistry together, which she told me was an accident because she originally intented on taking geology instead, but lost her seat during a freak registration accident.
The rest was classic, because I was still taking Japanese and needed a partner, and she hated Chemistry. We started hanging out regularly, and now, almost a year later, she lives with me.
That's really all, I think it is a cute story.
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