Alright..So like I said earlier when I met my wife I had neon green hair (Tish & Snooky’s Manic Panic Electric Lizard green) and drove a Suzuki Samurai. While she was a tight wrangler jean’s wearing cowgirl who drove a gigantic ford monster truck. We both worked at the same place (MCI) and worked the same shift, but in different parts of the building.
One day I was cruising the parking lot trying to find a spot less than a mile from the door. I found one in the second row, only the handicap can park closer. Problem was that at the same time I spied it, so did this chick in the monster truck. Knowing that my little Japanese jeep was no match for the monster truck, I gave her the the ‘ole wave ‘n nod to let her know she could have it, but she insisted that I take it.
I knew right then and there I had her hooked. The only reason anyone would give up such a prime parking spot was love. Now I’m not a big believer in love at first sight…but that’s the only thing that would explain why she did it.
Or so I thought. Turns out the spot was just too small for that big ass truck. It was too late. She had already caught my eye. I found out where she sat and it turned out she was on the same team as an ex-girlfriend of mine that I was still friends with. So that gave me ample opportunity to stop by and say hi…which got me nowhere.
But as fate would have it we wound up on the same team. I made damn sure I sat next to her, and she hated me…
You see we were taking customer calls, and we’re required to take “X” number of calls per day and if you’ve ever met me you know I talk faster than the micro machine man which meant I could take a call…goof off a bit…take another call…wash, rinse, repeat. So while she was taking back to back calls, I was making her little paper clip animals, drawing her pictures, basically doing anything but taking calls. I asked her to marry me about every other day…She always said no.
Well…when call volume was slow they would let us go early . I don’t remember how, but somehow I convinced her to go to TGI Fridays for drinks. Apparently I’m a charming drunk, because she would have one little girly drink while I would enjoy back to back ultimate margaritas. For some reason or another she continued to do this anytime we both got to leave early. It became an under-time ritual to head over to TGI Fridays.
Fast forward a few months, we had both been promoted and we were still hanging out from time to time but we were on different teams. Then I found out she was suddenly single. So I decided to try and make that god awful leap from friends to dating…she said she’d consider it.
But who can resist this charm. We started dating around her birthday in September and found out that November that the company was opening a new call center in Houston. She had applied for a promotion at the new site. So I made her a bet. If we both got promotions down there we would get hitched. I’m no fool…If she moved me 1000 miles away I at least wanted half her stuff to show for it if she kicked me to the curb ;) She took my bet and said she’d marry me if we both got accepted.
Around Thanksgiving we both found out we were moving to Houston. Since her new job actually required her to travel for training, I was given the job of wedding planner. I let her choose the day, and she let me choose the place. She wanted to get married on New years eve, which happened to also fall on a Sunday. I found the “Little Bell Wedding Chapel” across the border in Arkansas. The man that told me he could get us our license and marry us on the day she wanted…I’ll save the rest of the story for another post.
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