I was in the midst of a rocky relationship when a friend from work (let us call her T) told me she knew the perfect guy to set me up with. I explained that I wasn't looking for anyone right now. My rocky relationship ended and my friend once again told me that I really needed to meet this guy her sister (let us call her H) worked with. I finally agreed (because she kept bugging me). She called her sister H and I went through a phone interview (yes-really). After H decided that I was not crazy and had no baggage other than my dog Jake, she said she'd get some pictures of J to email to me. So, I get these pictures of this really cute guy all dressed up in his police garb. It wasn't just one picture, though. It was a whole photo shoot! I'm sure I have these photos stored digitally somewhere, but not sure where they would be right now. I have them in a scrapbook and I love to look back at them.
Update!! I just found the pictures.
So I emailed her a picture of myself and Jake (mind you that I had braces at the time and permed hair, so this was not a great look for me...) I unfortunately cannot find this photo...too bad:(
Anyhow, J apparently thought I was still worth a shot even with the horrible photo and he finally called me. We chatted for many hours including a chat with his brother D. It's pretty lucky that D didn't scare me off! Just kidding-D is awesome.
After getting of the phone, I wrote in my journal (the paper kind) how awesome this guy J with a last name I mispelled was and how I hoped he would call me back! And he did! He called the next night and after talking for a while, he decided he should just come over to meet me instead. He lived 45 minutes away, but he drove over. I saw him pull up in his loud ghetto-like Ford Probe and I met him on the sidewalk. His first words to me when he met me were "Wow-you really are short" What could I say-it was true...
He came inside and we hung out the whole evening while Jake gnawed all over his arms. Jake was just a puppy at the time and gnawing on arms was his thing.
Now the next part of our story I'm gonna abbreviate. We dated for a month or so, then I got scared and pushed him away, but he allowed me to come back (although he still refers to this time as the time "when I didn't like him"). But long story short. It all worked out after I got my head screwed on straight and we dated for about 2 years, were engaged for 8 months, married, after two years of marriage had a baby, and the rest of our memories are in the making! (or a story for another Monday)
See what a great story for a gloomy Monday!
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