Wednesday, June 19, 2013


So this morning I thought and thought about what i should write about today and nothing seemed to stick out. 

Hmm come on Jill, you are more creative than this.

 I have had the idea of writing mine and G's love story on the back burner for awhile now but I didn't think it was the right time because it felt like everyone was posting those kind of posts. 
So after going back and forth I decided to write it. I mean who doesn't love a good love story? Here goes friends...

It was the end of the summer of 2008 and I was a bright eyed nineteen year old. 

I had gotten out of a high school long relationship the year previous and had thoroughly enjoyed my freshman year of college. Maybe a little too much. 

I worked at the same steak house since I was 16. G started working there about half a year before this story started. 

I never really thought about him much. He was five and a half years older than me and I was used to going downtown every night with my girlfriends. 

Randomly one day he started giving me all of this attention and asking me things like "so when are we going to get to go out together?"

 I would look up at work and his eyes would be on me. 

Still I just thought he was joking. For months I just thought he was joking with me. 

As the summer came to an end and his flirting grew stronger, I did something that I had never done before. 

One day when he asked me again "when can I take you out"  I responded "how about tomorrow night?"
I watched as his eyes grow big as he processed what I had just said and we agreeded on the next night. 

That night after work I used a coupon that I had been saving and got a spray tan. (because that's what all girls do, right?) Ironically, I had a hair appointment scheduled for the next day anyway so I was super excited to look my best.

Four o'clock came around as I had a hair full of foil and had just finished gushing to my hair stylist, I decided that I had better call and make sure that we were still on. 
G picked up the phone after a couple of rings and sounded a little bit distracted. 

I asked him about that night and he said that we were still on. I hung up the phone with butterflies.

A couple of minutes later my phone rings again and my stomach drops. It's him. Something must be wrong.

He said that he's been on the golf course drinking all day and that he needed to take a rain check because he didn't think it was a good idea to go on a date drunk... 

Part two coming tomorrow!


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