With all the romance swirling around, I thought I would share how the hubs and I met. Most of my readers already know this story {my version.. and then the hubs version} but for those who don't, here is what happened..
My Version-
I decided to go to a trade school for fashion when I graduated high school. My sister had moved far away {Arizona} for school, and I wanted to stay in Texas so I just jotted up to Dallas {long story short - my sis ended up moving across the street from me a month after living in Dallas}. On day 3 of moving, my parents were heading back home, but my dad wanted to make sure my car was fully serviced before he left just in case, so I went down to the local shop to get everything checked out while my parents continued to put things away {Yup, I sat and got my car serviced while my parents slaved away}
I was in the store maybe two minutes when the manager walked in and started telling me about how he was born in London and just moved to Texas from California.. how he was a surfer {these lines were clearly winners on Texas girls before}...and how he lived right across the street from his shop. {He also pointed out his car also with Cali plates.. this will be useful later} I thought he was cute, but he didn't ask for my number when my car was ready and the part I am leaving out is that I had moved up to Dallas with my high school boy friend. {whomp whomp}
Speed it up to a month or two later, the said boy friend and I had broken up.. and after my best friend continuously heard me talking about "this guy" she decided we needed to go to his apartment complex, find his car and just leave a note with my number on it. Simple enough.
By noon the next day, he had called and we had a date set.
Now here is where things get confusing.
We only dated for a couple of weeks before
1. I ended up getting back with the ex boy friend
&
2. He ended up choosing another relationship.
I quickly realized my decision was a mistake and after choosing to transfer colleges, move to a small island with the best friend who left my number on his car, and leave multiple messages on the hubs phone.. I figured I had lost out and was moving on.
Until a couple of months later, I was packing up my apartment to move back to my hometown when he called. We spoke briefly and I mentioned I would be up in Dallas in a couple of weeks to visit my sister and we should catch up. Unfortunately, there was a death in the family, however it allowed me to stay in Dallas for almost a month and spend time together.
For almost the next year we continued to do long distance until he made the move down south!
So, babe.. one last thing.
Hubs Version-
In 2003 I moved from California to Dallas, Texas to help my friend open up some oil change franchises. The plan was to open up five shops in five years, make a ton of money and move back to California with pockets full of cash. By 2004 the plan was in full effect with eyes on our second shop.
Then, one day, an of employee of mine said that the next car was his because the girl driving it was hot. Being the great manager I was, I explained to him that you can’t pick and choose cars based on hotness and to teach him a lesson I would handle that customer. Well, he was right and she was hot, but also looked like she was 16. At the time I was 23 about to turn 24 and did not need to risk asking for a 16 year olds number.
So instead I did what every other man would of done... I flirted as much as possible while trying to figure out her age. Well, her car got finished in record time and I still had no idea how old she was, so I didn’t ask for her number. "Oh well she will be back in three months hopefully and maybe I can figure it out then".
About two weeks later my roommate went down to my truck in the morning to get ready to go to work and came running back into our apartment.
“Hey dude, some chick left her number on your car”.
My first response was “bullshit”, so he handed me the piece of paper. It had a phone number and said “the girl with the lexus”. My two roommates also worked with me so we all sat down thinking who was “the girl with the lexus” and where did I meet her. We decided the best course of action was to wait two days and then call the number. Thirty minutes later I decided the best thing to do was call the number and figure out who this girl was. Turns out it was the hot girl in the lexus who looked 16. After dating a little bit, taking a break for a year, reuniting and falling in love. I am happy to say that 8 years later I have a beautiful wife with two beautiful kids, & still live in Texas.
PS. She was 18 when we met ☺!!
