START LOG - DAY I
I don't quite know how to begin in this kind of situation. I suppose I'll start by introducing myself.
So, hello. My name is Andrew Murdock, Andy to most who know me. I was born in Shelton, Washington. A couple of miles South-West of Seattle. My father, Mack Murdock, was a steelworker, a proud one at that. My mother, Anna, worked for the library for several years, but after a while she had to quit because of health reasons. As dad would say, Anna was a wonderful woman. She died several years ago when I was still in college. I have no siblings, to my knowledge. I was born July 1983.
I met my wife, Emma Silverstone, in college. I still remember the day we first met, actually. She was an ecology major, brilliant as could be, and she had gone to this party a friend of mine, Eric Wanton, had thrown. Party might be a bad wording by the way; it was more like a small gathering. I knew Eric from hockey, we both played on the team. Well, I was technically in reserves, but I too had practice just as hard as the other guys, so same thing. Eric was a good guy; is a good guy I should say. We remain friends till this day, and I've recently been very lucky to call him my friend.
Anyway, back to the party, back to my wife. I remember that I entered the room with a bottle of cheap scotch in one hand and a half-empty bottle of vodka in the other, I might have had a taste on the way there. From the top of my lungs, I yelled the word 'party', beating my chest with the bottles in hand. I looked like a fool, but I was young, you know. I... I wanted to get laid ten times a week, a new honey every night, shots for breakfast and beer for diner, the basics.
That lasted for maybe two weeks, right up till this very party; small gathering, actually. Because the moment I laid eyes on her, I was lost. Smitten from head to toe, embarrassed by what I had just done. To be fair, any man was smitten for her, and every man that was felt embarrassed, no matter what he had done.
I'll tell you why. She sported this fifties-styled, blonde haircut which for some reason I adored. Emma had these big, amber eyes in which you could see all your dreams come true and a smile that could melt steel beams in an instant. But what drove every man her, was that goddess like body. Tall, sturdy legs connected to big, round hips leading to a tight, not small but still very beautiful waist amplified by these perky, perfect breasts. And all of that hidden beneath an innocent, clean, and simple outfit.
I bombed that night, I bombed hard. Her first impression of me... well, it could've been better. I'm pretty sure that she even hooked up with one of Eric's friends that night. I thought I was done for. Then one day, she's suddenly there, at a game of ours. I had seen her cheer between the shoulders of my teammates, as I waited on the bench, reserves remember. Somehow we made eye-contact and she maintained it. I was in awe, surely she had no interest in me anymore. But then she smiled at me. I had been a complete fool a couple of weeks earlier and now she was smiling at me, of all people.
Anyway, after the third period, we won the game by the way (3-5), I skated across the rink to her. We talked for a while through the glass. We were hitting it off. I asked her out and she said yes. That night we went for a milkshake, which we shared, some fries, which we also shared even though she didn't want any, and a movie, where we kissed. We've been together ever since, we got married 2 years after she graduated and moved to Seattle a year after. My life was perfect.
