My Love Story ( part 1 )- Bay Area -| Flo Signorelli Photography

Disclaimer: These pictures are not going to be pretty, either on the resolution, color or flattering at all, but they are cute and are the proof of our story.

This is not going to have 10 seasons. It’s just going to be a 2 part series, don’t worry. I get to experience and tell so many love stories that it made me realize, you don’t know mine, and we are here to get to know each other.

Let’s begin with the basics. Time and location: Summer (February) 2008, Buenos Aires, Argentina. When I was a teenager (17-18 years old) I was not a typical teen that enjoy dancing at the club, instead I would enjoy going to see rock bands in our neighborhood. Every weekend there was a band playing and with my good friend Tici, we were always there. 

That summer I was ending a bad relationship, one of those you don’t want to remember. So I was having fun, meeting people, new places, new friends, and most importantly, feeling free (I told you it wasn’t a great relationship). 

We were at a bar with friends like every other Friday, chatting and having the best time, till I notice he was staring at me. But by then he had so much hair on all of his face that I couldn’t see his face, just a bad hair style.

The weekends went by and one night he was playing the guitar with his band. I was in the patio chatting with a friend and Tici came and told me that his friend told her that he was into me (He had cut his hair so I was a little bit more interested). 

He approached me and my friend and started talking about a thrift store that he had gone to and I told him that I could only find a sweatshirt there. We ended the conversation right there cause it was time to see the other bands.

I was on a side of the escenario and he was behind me; till this day he still jokes about how he was staring at me and I was in full diva mode haha. But nothing happened that night.

Another night his friends (I knew them from before) told me to send him a text message. I said: ‘If he is interested in me, he should be the one texting me’.

A couple hours later, my future husband wrote to me : ‘Hi, this is Fede. I’m such a fool for not going out tonight”.

That was the first text that made me fall. 

Our first picture together. By that time quality and edition were overrated lol

We texted for a week (at that time text was money). So I was charging my phone everyday to be able to chat with him. Until we decided to have a date.

The day was getting closer and a friend ask me about how I was feeling and I ‘d answer:

’I don’t really know him know him, but I feel like he is the one’. And I wasn’t wrong. I could feel it inside, I don’t know how to explain it yet. 

March 20th of 2008. First date. It was raining and I had had my hair straightened, so it was all going to be ruined because of the rain (being 18 years old, that could have ruin my life at the time). When he arrived I covered my head with my jacket to run to the car, and in the moment I got in, I knew it.  

His smile, his eyes, and the hello he said proved me right: he was, is and will always be the one. 

This is kinda a bad picture. No make up, humidity and a spoiler of how things end but, this is the smile that I fell in love with.

I couldn’t resist this one, it’s too cute.