Post by blondemoment123 on Jul 14, 2014 21:08:27 GMT -5
The real story is that we met online. We met at the movie theatre for our first date and I thought it was too good to be true. He was so cute. I still have the outfit I wore that night.
The story we tell people is that we met through mutual friends, which is totally believable since he worked with my friends H and no idea. My uncle was also his boss.
I met him the first day of law school. We had all of our classes together and I noticed that socializing and stuff between classes this tall shaved head guy was ALWAYS right by me. I remember thinking he was so cute and dreamy and it's a damn shame he has a girlfriend and is going into the military because he's off the market and I don't do military dudes.
I don't remember the exact first moment but one moment sticks. I was engaged to EXFI and working at the same accounting firm as H. He asked me to do something for him (I was staff he was manager) and I looked at him and he looked so sexy in his blue shirt that I had a vision of him pushing me over his desk and fucking me right there. I remember blushing and wondering wtf was wrong with me. We finally slept together a few months later at the Christmas party (I was single at that point).
I don't remember the exact first moment but one moment sticks. I was engaged to EXFI and working at the same accounting firm as H. He asked me to do something for him (I was staff he was manager) and I looked at him and he looked so sexy in his blue shirt that I had a vision of him pushing me over his desk and fucking me right there. I remember blushing and wondering wtf was wrong with me. We finally slept together a few months later at the Christmas party (I was single at that point).
Accountants: who knew that if you scratched the surface of their spreadsheets such passion lay beneath.
I had heard about him because my aunt knew him from work and recommended I studied with him for the GRE. I went to work at the same place and when I saw him my first thought was: "I hope this is not the guy my aunt told me about because if it is I'm In trouble". I had a long term BF at the time so I wasn't free to fall in love the way I did.
I was 16 and working at In N Out Burger. He walked in to pick his friend up from work and I was pouring a strawberry milkshake. I could not take my eyes off of him and ended up overflowing the shake. I have been enamored by him ever since.
Well, it's sounds like a lifetime movie. I was a dance stand in on broadway and he was a bodyguard/security for the leading lady. I saw him from across the theatre in his suit and seriously thought to myself "he can guard me".
Post by lissaholly on Jul 14, 2014 23:14:50 GMT -5
I was living in a house with three roommates. One of the roommates was new and had friends from out of town stopping by. New roommate in invited another local friend by to see the mutual friends from out of town. The local friend was my H.
I was sweaty after a run with my dog when H walked in my front door holding pizza. He was so cute and so impeccably clean-cut I thought, " Oh, he must be gay." I was embarrassed for being caught right after a run and sad he was off limits- or so I thought.
Say him talking to an acquaintance and thought he was really cute with a great smile. I also thought it was awesome that he looked older than me. We spent the rest of the night dancing along to the band and talking. I thought I'd marry him that night. I was bummed when I found out he was younger, but thought he was sweet that he showed me his truck (prized possession) and didn't even try to get in my pants. Not even a kiss. The dance we met at was at the local rodeo. It makes people laugh when I tell them I met H at the rodeo!
Post by Captain Serious on Jul 15, 2014 6:59:37 GMT -5
I got the ski house my brother had rented at the beginning of the season, and my brother's girlfriend's sister opened the door and said, "Come on in, T's serving drinks in the basement!" Since I couldn't figure out how she got into the house (she didn't have a share in the house), and I thought I knew everyone who was renting with us, I assumed T (my husband) must have been a very gregarious realtor who was there to open the house for us. When I met him, he was wearing sweats and drinking beers behind the bar. It wasn't until he didn't leave that night that I realized he was a friend of one of my brother's friends, and renting the house with us. Oops!