Ok, so this post is hopefully not so much funny as it is sweet and cute. Why? Because this is the story of meeting my husband.
A long, long time ago....or, you know, 2003, I was working at the mall. Typical college job....kind of. Instead of working at some cute clothing store, I was working at customer service. You know, the kiosk in the middle of the mall where you go for directions or to rent a stroller for your unruly brat. And of course, this job entailed wearing a bright red (possibly the brightest red in existence) blazer, white button up shirt, and cheap black polyester pants. Oh, and did I mention that they couldn't find a blazer and shirt in my size so I was wearing one three sizes too big for me? Well, I was. Any how, part of my job was to report any problems to the mall security and basically tell them where to go and what to do. We had fun walkie talkies and code numbers and everything. For mall security! Well it just so happens that my future husband decided it was a good time to be a mall security guard.
I first saw him while I was helping set up for a kid's event in the mall's center court area. I was setting up some chairs when my boss pointed to a security guard in the distance and said that was the new security guy. I looked up but he was so far away that all I really saw was the back of a head covered in stick straight white-blonde hair poofing out almost wanting to be an afro. Later that day I was introduced and noted that this new security guard was actually someone close to my age and cute. That was a rare occurrence. Usually the mall security consisted of old fat guys that couldn't cut it as cops. And, was I mistaken or was this new cute guy flirting with me? I really was thinking that because I had never been flirted with so I wasn't really sure.
Over the next few weeks my new cute security guard always made sure to stop by and talk as he made his rounds past my kiosk. I was pretty sure now that he was flirting but he hadn't asked me out yet. Maybe it was the blimp sized red blazer I was sporting? Well, finally after work one day I was walking to my car when I saw something strange in the parking lot. No, it was not some huge romantic gesture by my new found cutie. It was a giant hot dog. Really. The Oscar Meyer Wiener Mobile was parked outside for an event the I was unaware of. It was a giant mobile home sized hot dog on wheels. As I walked past, marveling at the giant wiener, I almost didn't notice the security truck creeping up behind me. Low and behold it was my security guard out on parking lot patrol stopping by to chat. We talked quite a while about the wienermobile and finally after what seemed like a lifetime he mentioned that a group of people were going to a movie that night if I wanted to join. I can't remember what movie it was for but I immediately panicked. I had been waiting for this guy to ask me out for weeks and now that he was finally doing it, I didn't know what to say. I tried to play it cool and told him I would try to make it but wasn't sure if I had time. Acting busy is what a girl is suppose to do right? He said that was cool and drove off.
So, that's it. That's how I met my husband. Oh, you want to know how the date went? Well, I didn't go to the movie. I chickened out. Hey, I said this was the story of how we met, not how he asked me out! That story, you will have to wait a while longer for.
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