Picture it, Memphis, 2007, (I'm hearing this in Sophia's voice from the Golden Girls)....anywho, I had just broken up with my longterm boyfriend for like, the 19th time. It was my birthday and I had received a dozen roses at work from a "secret admirer" who I knew to be a guy friend that was trying to be more than a friend. A woman that worked downstairs at my office, came by and noted "Oh, your boyfriend is so sweet." Well, I had to correct her. Actually from a secret admirer, yada, yada, yada. I guess all she heard was I was single again. She states that I would be perfect for her son's best friend (here we go)...that works here....Ok, first, if he works here and I don't know who he is, can't be very attractive. Harsh? Yes. True? Yes.
Well she says his name and we go about our business. Of course, at this point I have to check out who I would be "perfect" for. I "casually" walk by his office (I had investigated where he sat). What??? Who is this guy?? He seems cute. I couldn't get a GOOD look but from what I saw, wowsers. Found out that he had just transferred back here from St. Louis.
Fast forward a week, cute mystery guy calls and asks me out for a happy hour. I immediately call Melody and inform her we were going to a happy hour! Long story, REALLY abbreviated, we actually were both beginning to date other people at the time so nothing really ever came of it. Then the other relationships fizzed out and here we are....married 8 months!
I love you Tom!