About a month ago, reader Caitlin asked me to write a post about how G and I met. And because I do just about anything anyone suggests, here goes!
If you ask my sister, she’ll tell you that I stalked G until he asked me out…and that’s what she told everyone at our wedding, during her maid of honor speech. Thanks Em.
But here’s what really happened. I was 23, living in Burbank, California and in my second year of law school. I lived in a converted garage that I called a guest house. I actually liked it a lot. It was a studio with a kitchen and bathroom. Hot as hell about 7 months of the year, but otherwise, it was good. I lived really close to IKEA, shopping centers and a few grocery stores.
I first saw G when I went to the grocery store on my way home from the gym. I looked like a cross between these pictures:
(That picture was taken a few weeks after we started dating…see those satin pillow cases in the background? Those are G’s.)
But I looked even more horrible because this was back in the day when I dressed more like a boy than a girl when I worked out. I would wear huge, baggy shorts and a big t-shirt because really, I’d rather have everyone think I’m built like a huge brick than have any sort of curves.
So I was at the store and the cashier that rang me up was G! He works for a national grocery store chain and was a supervisor at the time. I didn’t pay him any attention at all…kind of like now. Anyway, he asked me if I worked out. I was like “uh, yeah”. And HE KEPT ASKING ME QUESTIONS. “Where do you work out? What do you do when you work out?” and on and on. He was still talking to me when he started helping the next customer. And that was when I decided I had a “boyfriend” at the grocery store. Have you ever done that? Had guys/girls you call boyfriends/girlfriends, but you don’t really know them? I did/do this all the time. And pretended to have boyfriends everywhere. Yes, I’m cool like that.
To test my “boyfriend at the grocery store” theory, I started to go there a lot. And every time I went to the store when G was working, he came up to talk to me. Of course I loved the attention (I am a middle child after all). I didn’t know if he liked me, but it gave me something to do when I was bored. Unfortunately, I was bored a lot. And I probably looked like a psycho. Once, I didn’t have anything to buy, and ended up buying packing tape. What an idiot.
After about a week, though, G asked me out. It was kind of funny the way it happened. I bought a few things, maybe a bag or two worth of stuff, when G came up to ask if I wanted my bags carried out. Me: “uh, no, I’m pretty sure I can get those”, but G didn’t listen and just grabbed the bags and walked me out to my car…in the rain. I didn’t know it at the time, but for G to go outside in the rain without a hat is a huge deal. I’m surprised he didn’t start crying. When we got to my car he asked me if I wanted to go out to dinner or something. I can’t quite remember.
Luckily for him (or maybe unlucky depending on how you look at it) I’ve never said no to a date. I know, I’m so slutty. But actually, I’ve only been on 5 first dates my whole life (isn’t that embarrassing?). After we exchanged numbers that night, he called to tell me he was really f*cking old. And that was hilarious.
To make a long story short, we met at the grocery store and G fell madly in love with me.
Where did you meet your spouse/significant other?