Funny enough, Som asked me this once in a meme she did.
It's actually a rather long, silly story. I was nineteen, and I remember that it was the summer my grandmother had passed away. I stayed behind in NH after the funeral, and Mom went home. A few days before my flight home, she phoned me and told me that she'd acquired me a part time job at her company, working in the documentation center.
I was like, "Uh... yay?"
So, anyway, I'd work there, making manuals for people, copying presentation handouts, stuff like that, and there was this guy who'd come by every day -- he was from the shipping/receiving warehouse, and he'd cut through the Doc. Center on his way to the main building. And he'd always stop and talk to me, flirting.
Except I thought he was a big dork, so I'd always try to look extra busy when he came by, because conversation was just too awkward, and he was too annoying, and I just felt embarrassed for him.
And then, one fine day, he brought along his brother, George. ;) (Who, at the time, was wearing these completely ridiculous wire-rimmed sunglasses with purple lenses, and I remember thinking he'd be so cute if not for the glasses.) So, we got introduced, and as it turned out, he came to make deliveries more often after that meeting.
Anyway, right before 4th of July weekend, I had to do some data entry at the shipping/receiving warehouse. And while I was there, both George and his brother did a whole... tag-team flirting thing, which they thought I didn't notice, apparently. (I was laughing my fool head off when they weren't around.) Finally, right before he left for the day, his BROTHER asked me my number. I was disappointed, yeah, but I'm a crappy liar, so I gave him my number, determined to be away from home all weekend if need be.
He never called. :) It also happened that his temp contract ran out right before the holiday weekend, so I knew I'd never be seeing him again. I figured George's contract ran out as well, and I was a little bummed about that, but HE didn't think to ask for my number, so good riddance to him.
Except that about a week later, I ran into him at work.
Me: "What the hell are you doing here?" Him: *long pause* "Uh... I... work here?"
So, we started talking a little, and he asked me if I wanted to do something that weekend. I did, and gave him my number.
And......... he never called.
Turns out he'd lost my number and was too much of a wuss to ask for it again.
So, Monday came, and I was indignant. And he was grovelly. He explained what had happened, and asked to make it up to me. (Little did I know that he went to my MOTHER'S OFFICE to ask HER ADVICE on how to handle his little faux pas.) Our first date was August 5, 1994.
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It's actually a rather long, silly story. I was nineteen, and I remember that it was the summer my grandmother had passed away. I stayed behind in NH after the funeral, and Mom went home. A few days before my flight home, she phoned me and told me that she'd acquired me a part time job at her company, working in the documentation center.
I was like, "Uh... yay?"
So, anyway, I'd work there, making manuals for people, copying presentation handouts, stuff like that, and there was this guy who'd come by every day -- he was from the shipping/receiving warehouse, and he'd cut through the Doc. Center on his way to the main building. And he'd always stop and talk to me, flirting.
Except I thought he was a big dork, so I'd always try to look extra busy when he came by, because conversation was just too awkward, and he was too annoying, and I just felt embarrassed for him.
And then, one fine day, he brought along his brother, George. ;) (Who, at the time, was wearing these completely ridiculous wire-rimmed sunglasses with purple lenses, and I remember thinking he'd be so cute if not for the glasses.) So, we got introduced, and as it turned out, he came to make deliveries more often after that meeting.
Anyway, right before 4th of July weekend, I had to do some data entry at the shipping/receiving warehouse. And while I was there, both George and his brother did a whole... tag-team flirting thing, which they thought I didn't notice, apparently. (I was laughing my fool head off when they weren't around.) Finally, right before he left for the day, his BROTHER asked me my number. I was disappointed, yeah, but I'm a crappy liar, so I gave him my number, determined to be away from home all weekend if need be.
He never called. :) It also happened that his temp contract ran out right before the holiday weekend, so I knew I'd never be seeing him again. I figured George's contract ran out as well, and I was a little bummed about that, but HE didn't think to ask for my number, so good riddance to him.
Except that about a week later, I ran into him at work.
Me: "What the hell are you doing here?"
Him: *long pause* "Uh... I... work here?"
So, we started talking a little, and he asked me if I wanted to do something that weekend. I did, and gave him my number.
And......... he never called.
Turns out he'd lost my number and was too much of a wuss to ask for it again.
So, Monday came, and I was indignant. And he was grovelly. He explained what had happened, and asked to make it up to me. (Little did I know that he went to my MOTHER'S OFFICE to ask HER ADVICE on how to handle his little faux pas.) Our first date was August 5, 1994.