On September 1st, Dave and I will be celebrating 11 years! It is amazing to me that it has been that long. What better way to celebrate than to reveal our gallery wall, right? Well, maybe not…but I will be revealing it that week. The week of love. Hee, hee, hee.
As I have been collecting, DIYing, encouraging child labor to get this gallery wall put together– I have been going down memory lane. One of the things that I am framing and dating for our wall is a picture of the coffee shop that Dave and I met at.
Do you want a story? Well, great! Here we go.
The scene: The year was 1999. A tiny local coffee shop that was the height of coolness. Think F•R•I•E•N•D•S…”I’ll be there for youuuuuu”
A young woman sits dressed head to toe in American Eagle apparel. It is as if she took the whole store with her. She sits at a small table in a crowded coffee shop doing a crossword puzzle and sipping her vanilla latte because she heard that’s what Madonna was drinking. (Poor confused youth)
Her work friends are sitting across the way consumed with a heated game of Euchre.
A handsome young man enters and is smiling as he greets his friends. The same friends that are playing Euchre. After hugs and pats on the back he sits with the group.
The girl tries not to stare but is intrigued and wonders who this mystery person is. She notes that he is dressed plainly in jeans and a Nike swoosh shirt. Her work friends give a quick introduction and go back to their conversation.
The girl continues her crossword puzzle.
This stranger is friendly. He starts doing the same crossword puzzle and then offers the answer to the one that is stumping her. (She would later find out that he is terrible at crosswords, and was getting all the answers fed to him by his friend at the table.)
The group leaves and goes across the street for dinner.
The girl doesn’t feel like going home to her apartment yet, so she hangs out at the coffee shop talking to friends. After an hour, she is coffee’d out and ready to go home to get ready for the next day.
As she looks up, she sees this new guy and he asks if she is leaving.
“Ummm…no-ooo.” she says which is a total lie.
They talk for another hour.
The boy scores some digits and is impressed that she can say his last name correctly. (I am still convinced this was a big selling point for our marriage.)
The rest is history folks!
Now, for any of you wondering, Dave’s version is much funnier. He just pretty much thought I was “hot” and wasn’t even planning on staying in the area, but was going to leave in a couple days for Texas. We went on two dates in two days and guess what, he didn’t leave for Texas. I am really glad he didn’t leave.
I have a feeling we will be telling that story over the next 50 years. My version will stay the same and Dave’s version will get funnier.
Thanks for going down memory lane with me today!
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