On this day, seven years ago, a cute guy walked into the bar I worked at. He sat at a table and shared a pitcher of beer with his friend. When I asked if they would like another, they said they were headed to a movie, so I jokingly asked if they were on a date. "I haven't been on a date in a really long time," I whined.
Somehow, he picked up on my totally obvious subtle flirting and handed me his number, telling me he would be more than happy to take me on a date. The next morning I sent him a text and that night we met up at my bar. The rest, as they say, is history.
Thank you, Tim, for that tiny slip of paper. I love you!
One of our first pictures together. December 2003
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