Wednesday, December 07, 2005

How We Met

Since I know I'll be talking about him alot, I figured I'd better tell you how my boyfriend, MM, and I met.

I work for a mortgage company. For the last year or so, whenever a client comes in, Cookie and The Devil Woman (affectionately my mother), looked at him as a potential man for me. It drove me insane. Young or old, short or tall, ugly or hot, didn't matter. If he was a man and single, they checked him out for me. Yeah, my life was hell

So, at the end of September, we had a new client come in. I was at my son's parent/teacher conference the day he came in to fill out his paperwork, so I didn't see him. Cookie and DW did, though. Naturally. Cookie made a comment about how hot he was, but I hadn't seen him and didn't really care. I was content to be single.

DW and C decided I needed a look, so they called him to tell him they needed additional information to process his loan and asked him to bring it in. He did. Unfortunately, I was in the restroom when he came by, so I missed him again

So they called him again, and requested more info. Now, the first time was legit, because we really did need what they requested. The second time? Nope, we had no need for the stuff they wanted.

When he came in that day, Cookie hightailed it to the back of the office and made a comment to me about copying the stuff he'd brought in. I was so embarrassed, though, because right as the door opened, I'd made a comment about being a repressed dyke. I can't even remember what our conversation was about, but I do remember that that's what I said as he walked into the office.

Anyway, I copied his stuff for him and then told him thanks. As he turned to walk out the door, I turned to Cookie and said, "Do you have his file up here, baby?" Apparently he thought I was talking to him, because his head whipped around so fast at "baby" I thought he was going to get whiplash. Cookie gave herself a stomach ache laughing

In the meantime, Cookie had found out that her roommate works with MM. So, devious wench that she is, she put a bug in Jason's ear (the roommate) to talk to MM about me. Apparently he said he thought I was cute. Cookie told Jason to tell MM that I said I thought he was cute, too. Ok, sooo didn't!

So, Cookie tells me that they're (her, Jason, MM and a bunch of J&MM's other coworkers) are going to Monday Night Football the following Monday and I had to go along. I just rolled my eyes. I love football, but I wasn't trying to go and hang out with some guy Cooks wanted to set me up with, you know

On that Monday (Oct. 3rd) MM stopped into the office to "check on his loan." It was obvious to everyone that he was there to see if we were going to Monday Night Football, especially since he said it like five times, as loud as could be. <

I had already made up my mind to stay home, but DW and Cookie talked me into going. We got there a bit late, because we had to work, and then watched the game. MM and I talked a little bit during, but not much. Greenbay was playing (my team) and sucking, and he kept making sweet comments about how they could come back, even though it was obvious that there was no way they could pull off a win.

Finally, after the game, we sat outside for a little bit and talked. I was really comfortable with him, which I hadn't expected, but I still decided to myself that I wasn't going to give him my number if he asked

One of his friends came up and asked if we were going to exchange numbers already so they could leave. MM blushed. Actually turned red, blushed. I think that's when I decided to give him my number. He was so cute, how could I not

Anyway, we exchanged numbers and then Cookie and I left. We talked about him all the way home and of course C had to call the Devil Woman to tell her all about it.

Then I waited to see if he'd call....which he finally did on Wednesday. I knew he was working nights, so I really hadn't expected him to call until his next day off, but he surprised me. He asked me if I'd like to have dinner with him on that Saturday (the 8th) and I agreed

And the rest, as they say, is history. Ok, so it's a short history and I plan on telling you later about our first date, but you get the idea, right?


Isabel said...

He's sounds so sweet. Awwwww. :)

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