This post could also be titled "Hey, boy, hey."The story will explain a little better as to why I say that.
The beginning...
Four years ago, I was in grad school, working full time, and an intern at a high school when I moved from a house right near my job and internship into an apartment in a nicer neighborhood (that's a whole diff story that includes opossums!). A few months later, I quit my full-time job and had A LOT more free time on my hands. So, with all my free time I would sit on my back patio with the striped dog (cough... drinking wine... cough). After a few days, I noticed this really cute guy walking his own two boxers the same time everyday. I would wave and he would wave back. Then, he started walking shirtless (it may be because it was warm out or it may be due to a slightly buzzed girl waving a lot). In response, I started wearing low cut shirts and tank tops. After a few chats, I started walking the striped dog with the two blonde dogs almost everyday. While wearing my low cut shirts.
At this point, we hadn't gone on a date, exchanged phone numbers, nothing. One random day, I totally got a weird crick in my neck and it wouldn't move, so I went over and told the Mister no dog walks for me indefinitely. A little but later, the Mister shows up at my front door and asks if I want to go for a drive to the bookstore. We went, talked and had fun. All with a weird crick in my neck and wearing sweats. Cute. Then, the Mister started accepting my invitations to come over for dinner almost every day. We exchanged phone numbers to make it official. Love at first sight, right? Essentially, I was all "Hey, boy, hey" in my low cut shirts and he was cheap and easy. True Love.
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Woot woot! You were lucky to get him easily and your wine bottle, dogs , walks & low cut shirts helped ya a lot!
ReplyDeleteHaha I know it sounds bad :) It was all just being in the right place at the right time!
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