It's amazing how much one person can love one thing. Like me, just a small town girl who loves WWE and John Cena. I have never been to a show but I love to watch it on television every week.
When I moved to Tampa, Florida, my whole world changed. I didn't know where I was moving to, I just knew I was moving across from a house that is huge and the guy that lives there must loves cars because every now and then I would see at least six cars in his driveway. I knew he didn't have company over or I would hear music like I did the night I arrived. These cars aren't the new kind of sports cars these are the old ones, the nice ones. The ones I absolutely love.
I was on my front porch one day and apparently the guy saw me looking at his cars because he came across the street over to my porch where I was sitting.
"Can I help you?" I asked as he walked up onto my porch.
"Well kind of. I couldn't help but notice you've been out here every time I have my cars out and I look up seeing you looking my way."
"Oh I'm sorry I didn't mean to be staring, its just I'm really interested in your cars. I'm a big old car junky." I said kind of nervous of what he might think. 'Oh hell he might think I'm a stalker I'm dead. He's huge and I'm dead.' I thought.
"oh okay I get it. Is that your 68 camaro I've been seeing over here everyday?" He asked.
"Yep. Would you like to see it?"
"Hell yeah! Oh I'm sorry."
"It's fine, I say shit like that all the time." I said with a smile. "Follow me." I said walking through my front door, then through my house to my garage.
"Oh and by the way, I'm John." He said as we walked through my house.
"Sophia, but my friends call me Soph" I said with a smile as I opened the garage door. I turned on the lights and I thought John was going to pass out by the look on his face. I had this car custom painted, the engine rebuilt custom rims, and awesome L.E.D. lights.
"So… you like it?" I asked. All he did was nod as he walked around it looking at every detail.
I smiled then realized all my WWE magazines where scattered about my work bench. I have dozens of them and it never gets boring looking at them. I quickly ran over to them to try and pick them up but it was to late, he saw what I was doing.
"Hey what you got there?" He asked walking over to me.
"Oh, nothing." I said trying to pick them up, before I could he stopped me.
"WWE magazines huh? You like it?"
"Lobe it. I have every magazine from the past five years."
"Wow, so, who's your favorite?" He asked fumbling through them and stopping on one with John Cena on the front.
"John Cena. He's the best looking and the best wrestler." I said with a smile.
I looked up and realized he took the hat he was wearing off, he was blushing, and I also realized it was… John Cena!
"Oh shit your John Cena. HOLY SHIT!" I said then started to pace the room. "I'm so fucking embarrassed." I said to myself pacing the room. He walked over to me and grabbed my shoulders, stopping me in my tracks and look him in the eyes.
"Don't be embarrassed, I've see you looking at me many time while I work on my cars and I wanted to come see this pretty face up close." He said before kissing me. I felt my knees go weak, I could barely hold myself up. He broke the kiss and looked at me. I couldn't believe John Cena just kissed me.
"What did you do that for?" I asked with a slight smile.
"I've wanted to do that ever since you moved in and I first laid eyes on you.
Later that day John asked me on a date and our lives have never been the same, in a good way.
