I first saw him when he walked through the door of the auditorium which was the venue of our meeting at the time. I didn't even know how it happened but my eyes just somehow found its way towards the door and then bam. He came in.
At first I thought he was cocky and smug and I didn't really like him. We were both newbies at the time. Which means we're the underdogs and inexperienced.
We locked eyes the first time that day.
While a WWE official was talking above the stage, I had the urge to look over my shoulder so I did and I found him staring and smirking at me. I was like, what was his problem?
Since then a lot had changed. We'd been paired up too many times to appearances and signings that we'd become very good friends.
From time to time he was constantly trying to hit on me and it led me to think that he really liked me but that all changed the night when all the superstars were out and he asked me to give him the number of my best friend, Maryse.
Here I was thinking he was hanging around me a lot because he likes me but no. He just wanted a credible wingwoman and it hurt a lot.
Why did he have to lead me on thinking everything I thought?
The one man I really really liked and made me think that maybe I could try this thing again and feel the things I'm afraid to feel was never interested in me.
The one man I learned to love over time. Mike Mizanin.