There are two sides to every story. In this case neither side is smooth. Trent barefoot, sunglasses on inside, shirt covered in his usual combination of epoxy and bleach. Molly Tan shorts, a white mens polo, Xtratufs that were too old to still be worn and absolutely no idea what she was doing at her first day of work in a brand new city.

I met Trent on my first day as a dock hand at St. Johns Yacht Harbor. If you've ever been to St. Johns you know how beautiful it is, how unexpected each day is, and how bad the current is. If you haven't, be careful docking.

That day Stan Jones grabbed Trent as he walked by and told him to come inside to meet the new dock hand. According to Trent he wasn't expecting much, at least I had shoes on. Normally this would be the part where I mention something about the color of his eyes, but all I saw was blue polarized lenses twice broken. But that was all it took. I would learn later that his eyes were an even better shade and changed depending on the color of his shirt that day.

I soon learned that Trent was the captain of the Carolina Girl docked at St. Johns and would spend the next several months trying not to fall in the water.

The first "date" we went on was in the marina parking lot where we rode scooters around and talked about just how big the 24 inch pizza Trent was picking up on his way home was. It was his birthday and the pizza was really really big.

Each day brought a lot of awkward hi's and moments sneaking glances at one another on the docks. I started wearing my contacts again and came home every night to tell my roommates in 3B about the "cute guy at the marina."

Although it took both of us a long time and me asking Trent to help me move furniture a week after he broke his back, to realize that the way we felt was mutual it was in those moments that Trent became my best friend.

We can't wait to continue making memories forever.

Registry