A and I met during the summer of 2003. We both worked at a local theme park. A had recently graduated from college and the
theme park management job served as a source of income until he figured out
what he really wanted to do. I was
working there to earn some cash before heading back to college to complete my
final semester. Even more pathetic, we
met in a store called Totally Tweety. I
know what you’re thinking… it doesn’t get more romantic than that! A introduced himself and informed me when the
morning meeting would take place that day.
As the summer progressed, A pursued “parade girl” and “games
chick” while I went on first dates with “ring guy” and possibly a few others
that I have blocked from memory. I got
to know A as a friend and enjoyed spending time with him. We often teased each other about our colleges
and argued over which one was better/more fun/superior (mine obviously). I was happy when he unexpectedly popped into
a store I was working in and enjoyed going to after work outings he also
attended. A mutual friend suggested I
date A and I laughed it off. A was my
boss and I was heading back to school soon.
Later in the summer I told my friend, Katie, about my cute boss. I suggested she date him because they both loved
the Simpsons (a show I despise). I
introduced her to A and quickly realized that I didn’t want her to date him
because I actually had feelings for him.
I’m not sure why it took me so long to realize that. Luckily Katie noticed our chemistry and
mentioned she thought that A was interested in me. Apparently A lit up when he saw me as I approached
to introduce him to Katie. I’m not sure if
that was actually true, but I’d like to think it was. Unbeknownst to me, a friend of A’s had wanted
to ask me out. A told him that he was
interested in me and working on getting to know me.
Basically, he told his friend to back off. ;) After all that, you’d think we’d be dating by
summer’s end, but no…. I headed back to school single and A remained at lame
Midwestern theme park. To be continued…
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