This is the story of how I met you. A story to my boyfriend about how he made me feel when we first met and how we met.
On the day I met you, I thought you were the most handsome man I had seen in a long while. I wanted nothing more than to talk to you and to get your number, but me being shy and always having my resting bitch face on, I knew you wouldn’t want to get to know me at all. No one wants to get to know the woman behind the counter at the gas station with the funny shortcut hair and mean look on her face. From the Yelp! Reviews no one likes me or they think I am a bitch and a mean person who they would like to fight. They say I have a poor attitude. Not that I have a poor attitude, I just don’t like stupid and ignorant people who think they can treat me anyway they like and talk to me anyway they like and expect me not to give them the same in return.
When I first saw you talking to my manager and how nice and sweet and funny you were, I just wanted to meet you and talk to you and get your number. You smiled at me and I thought my knees were going to buckle out from under me. You melted me and made me smile back. No customer could do that. You weren’t the best-looking guy who had ever come in to the gas station, but you were the funniest and sweetest. Then you asked if I needed any new furniture or anything cos you had some specials going on at the store you worked at. I said I would come in after my shift the next day and look around cos I needed a TV and couch. So, you said you would see me the next afternoon and gave me that smile again.
The next morning, you came in and got your pop and donut on your way to work and asked if I was still coming in to see you that afternoon. I told you I was and it would be around 2pm. You told me that would be great. At 2 pm, I left work and drove the short distance to your store and parked in the parking lot. I was nervous about seeing you without my manager around me because I did like you and she usually started all the conversations, now I had to do it and I am too shy to talk, although meeting me at work you wouldn’t think I was. I entered the store and the bell above the door announced my arrival. Thankfully, you were helping another customer and so I got to look around a little. You smiled as you turned to see who came in the door and said you would be with me in a minute. I smiled back. I felt like a giddy schoolgirl seeing her crush up close. All butterflies and nerves.
After about thirty minutes, you finished with the other couple and walked over to me at the TV’s and asked me which one I liked the most. It kind of spooked me a little because I am hard of hearing and couldn’t hear you walk up, so it took me a little by surprise. I held my hand to my chest and giggled a little nervously. You asked if you scared me and I explained I was hard of hearing because of my time in the military and so when people walk up behind me I cannot hear them, but I was fine. Then we got talking about my time in the military and it broke the ice. You seemed genuinely interested in me and what I was saying. That was nice. Most people don’t give me the time of day outside of work, and I hadn’t had good adult conversation in such a long time.
I told you I couldn’t afford much in the way of monthly payments and you said you had some TV’s and couches on discount and showed me them. You gave me a good deal on a 49” TV and a nice couch. While we were doing the paperwork, we talked about so much stuff and I actually liked how intelligent you were and how we could talk so easily and openly together. Usually I am ignored or looked at as being big-headed and a know-it-all, but you didn’t see me or act like you thought I was. I was so happy and wanted to get to know you even more because of that. Then we started talking about how my son had just left to go back to Texas with his father and how I was in a two-bedroom apartment and struggling to make the bills and looking for a room-mate, you said you would be interested in being a room-mate if I wanted one and you wouldn’t be a weirdo or anything. I said I would think about it and talk to my parents and see what they thought about it. You said that’s great and noted my address for the delivery and said you lived with your sister right down the street from my apartment. I thought that was good and nice. Maybe we could be friends if nothing else. We set up the delivery date, and I made my first payment and then left to go home.
The next day I was at work and working the night shift so it was 530pm and you walked in and I was happy to see you. You smiled at me and I smiled back. I was working at filling the coffee station with supplies and cleaning it up when you walked over and slipped a note to me and asked if I had thought any on the room-mate thing and I said I would love to talk to him more about it. On the paper, he had his number and name and told me to call or text him that night or the next day when I got home. I told him I didn’t get home until 145am because I was closing. You said you didn’t go to sleep before 230am anyway so you would be up. I smiled and said I would text you when I got home.
All night I was thinking about how I would text you or if I would be able to confidently make the first move like that. I got home at 2am and was so tired after a very busy night I just laid down in bed and forgot all about making a phone call or text. The next morning I was emptying my pockets to do laundry and saw the note with the number on it and it was 930am, so I texted you and explain why I didn’t text or call the night before. I didn’t expect a reply for a while because I figured you would be busy, but it pleasantly surprised me when you replied right back. We began texting all day and several times you sent me the text I really have to do some work, but then you would text me again not five minutes later. It was a good day, and I hadn’t talked to someone that much or smiled and laughed that much in a long time.
At about 6pm you texted you were heading home and picking up some McDonalds and did I want anything? I said no; I was fine, but in actuality, I was starving because I wasn’t able to afford much of anything because I was making so little and trying to pay all the bills on my own. You said you would pick me something up anyway and drop it off on your way home to your sisters where you were staying. You texted when you got to my apartment building and asked if I would come outside to pick up the food. I went out in my tank top and shorts and socks and met you at your car. I said thank you and asked if you would want to come in and eat with me. I had a broken down couch I had been renting second hand from another store, so I had a couch, but it was all messed up. You said you would want to go home and change and take a shower before you came over to see me, so I said, well go home, take a shower and come back afterwards.
You smiled, and I smiled back you have such an infectious smile and laugh and I just love seeing you smile and laugh and want to make you do it all the time. I watched you leave and went in to my apartment building and then went to my apartment and went in and sat and ate the food and texted you thank you. You said no problem and you’re welcome anytime. I said text me when you get changed and if you wanted to stop over and watch a movie with me or something. You said you would. I didn’t expect to hear from you except to tell me you wouldn’t be over. At 745pm you texted and asked if I still wanted you to come over and watch a movie. I told you yes. About five minutes later, you showed up at my door all smelling good and I just wanted to grab you and kiss you. I refrained from it though I didn’t want to seem too pushy or like a slut like they had called me before.
We sat next to each other on the couch and watched movies and we found we like the same type of movies and we talked more and we really seemed to get along really well. You motioned for me to move closer so you could put your arm around me while we watched TV. I did, and we snuggled there on the couch for a long time. It felt so nice to be held by someone and to snuggle on the couch with someone. I hadn’t had that in many, many years, not since the first years of my marriage that had just ended in divorce a year and a half before. You asked about my marriage and why it had ended and I told you it was because he had cheated on me and been abusive and I had just had enough finally after 22 years. You told me about your relationships and marriages. It seemed to me like we had both been through so many similar things, and that is why we got along so well.
At midnight you said you should go because you had work in the morning and I had work in the morning, but you would love to come back over the next night and see me again and I felt the same so I told you I would love that. I went to bed with an enormous smile on my face and feeling happy for the first time in over a year. I felt like I had found someone I could really start a positive relationship with. At 2 am you sent me a good night text, and I sent one back. The next morning you texted me good morning and asked if I wanted anything for breakfast. I said no; I was good because I didn’t go to work until 3pm. All day we texted back and forth and you told me how nice it had been the night before and how you wanted to see me again and how you wanted to do it again. I told you the same thing.
That night I got off of work at 130am and we texted for a little while and you asked when my next early night or day off was and I told you I was working the closing shift for the next week and then I would be on the morning shift getting off at 3pm. So you asked if we could meet up again on my next night off or early night and I said yes. It was 3 days later, and I had my first day off and you came over after going home and showering. We snuggled on the couch again watching movies and then we talked about how we are in relationships and the sort of things we liked and expected from a partner. I was waiting for the asking me out or to be your girlfriend but it never happened so I felt a little upset and like I wasn’t girlfriend material or worthy of being asked out, but it was just my insecurities surfacing because of so many years of mental and emotional abuse at the hands of my ex-husband.
After about 2 ½ months, I asked if you wanted to move in and share my apartment. You said you did, and we moved in together. We were in a great place and yet we had never started saying we were in a relationship. I had met your nephew who thought it was funny to call my your fiancée. You didn’t argue with him when he did, so neither did I. You would take me out to go shopping at your favorite store and buy me clothes because you said you hated seeing me in the same things. I also grew my hair out and stopped coloring it in funny colors and felt good about myself. You really have and changed my life and I am glad you have come into my life, I wouldn’t change it for the world no matter how many little arguments we have, you have taught me how to love again and how to accept being loved and feel worthy and worthwhile. I used to want to die all the time, now all I want to do is wake up and see your face.