Cont'd from last week.
The next Monday I was sent to Napa Valley for a new install (Real Estate software) and while I was there, Jeff was in Oregon - which is where I'd been the previous week. I kept thinking about him and wanted to see if he was interested, but didn't know how to do it without just coming out and asking him. I wasn't going to do that, so I contrived a phony reason to talk to him. I called him in Oregon on Wednesday and told him I was putting together a list of everyone on the team's personal contact information and wondered if I could include his in the list. He, of course, gave it to me. I fully expected him to ask for my personal information, but he didn't. Drat. Okay, well, that's that. But then on Thursday he called me to ask a question. I realized he didn't really need to ask me that question, so that gave me a little hope, but he still didn't give me anything solid. Then on Friday morning he called with another question, which I answered. I asked how they were treating him in the office up in Oregon and he said he was a little overwhelmed. I told him "I can't imagine anything flustering you." His response is one I will never forget - "Marry me and find out." My jaw dropped and I know I blushed. That's not a casual thing to say to someone you aren't interested in. So I replied that even then I can't see anything flustering him. Then I offered him a little something to really see how interested he was. I asked which airport he was flying into (same as mine) and then asked what time his plane got in. He was set to arrive about an hour before mine. I figured if he was really just that interested he'd be waiting for me when I got home. We talked again in the afternoon and he asked if I would be willing to break my "no dating co-workers" policy to have coffee with him on the weekend. I agreed, and told him to call me. He then replied that he didn't have my number. This is where I got a little sassy - I told him that he didn't ask for it, and since he didn't ask for it, he should call my office phone number. It would automatically page me and then I could call him back. He still didn't ask for the phone number.
Saturday I went over to Disneyland. My roommate at the time was a Cast Member and I used to go hang out with her in the evenings. So, I went over there and found her and started talking about Jeff. She finally looked at me and said "You need to go home and call him. I've never heard you talk about anyone like this before - not even for [my ex-boyfriend I was desperately in love with]. I'm going to go into the office and leave a voice mail at home for you to call him. You better do it!" She actually did make the call. So did I.
His roommate answered and said he was out for the evening. I told him I was a co-worker and to have Jeff call the next day, after 1pm. When I hung up I was a little disappointed. Here was this guy that I was starting to really like, and he was out with another woman. Who did he think he was? I'm not about to date him while he's dating someone else! Hmmpppphhhhh......
Sunday at noon he called and I called him back after I got home from church. We started talking and I found out that he'd been out with him mom the previous night - she lives in Florida and he hadn't seen her in a couple of years. Relief swept through me that he really was a good guy, so I invited him to go to Disneyland with me that afternoon. My roommate left a free ticket for him, because she wanted to meet him and make sure he was a good guy. He came and picked me up, dressed nicely. I asked if he wanted to go home and change - it was the beginning of summer and fairly warm, and it's Disneyland for goodness sake. He was fine as he was, so we went and had a great time. He was a perfect gentleman, and I was happy that he was. We had a second date the following Friday, and he kissed me for the first time at the end of the date. I won't bore you with the details, but it was very sweet and I still remember it like it was yesterday.
I know that's a lot, but I wanted to prove once and for all that my husband is a real person with a real wife, and he has always been a dumb man. Oh, I love him and he's not really "dumb", but he's definitely a man. If you paid attention to the story, you'll see that!
As for me, I'm a strong willed, smart career woman, who he frequently says should be a lawyer. If he'd had his way, that story would have been about 3 sentences, not the fact and detail filled recollection of how our love blossomed and grew. The nice thing is that even though I am honest (to a fault most times), he loves me the way I am. And even when he says or does "dumb man" things, I still love him and wouldn't change a thing. Well, maybe....nah. I love him the way he is.
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