How’d You Meet Your Hunny? {Linky Party!}

Chrissy B @ Buzzing With Ms. B is hosting the cutest linky party – How’d You Meet Your Hunny? How CUTE is this idea?? I was so excited to link up!

I was waiting tables at a restaurant in my hometown during my senior year of college. I came home almost every weekend and sometimes during the week to work. It was great money! I was working on a Tuesday night when a group of guys came in right before closing time.

If you’ve ever waited tables, you know the feeling that comes when a table comes in late. Yech.

I was doubly aggravated because the Carolina Tarheels were playing the Duke Blue Devils and I wanted to be at home watching the game. (Rah, rah Carolina-lina!)

So, these 3 guys come in an sit down. I recognized one of them from high school. I didn’t know the other two guys. We made small talk and I took their order.

I proceeded to get some side work done and watch the game at the bar. Carolina won! To make a yucky night even better, Marvin Gaye came on the radio. Now I could sing AND roll silverware! 🙂

The boys paid and started to leave. I noticed one of them hanging back a bit. He walked up and asked for my number. Whaaat?

I don’t know you.

You could be a serial killer.

You’re being one of “those” customers.

Wait.

You’re cute.

I know your friend Greg.

You probably aren’t a serial killer.

You can have my number.

{Side note: I was “on a break” from my Alabama fiance’. Yep. You read that right}

It took 3 weeks, but he finally got me to go out with him.

He picked me up from work one night and took me to a bar. To play pool. I have no idea how to play pool. I was still in a weird place with the fiance-in-Alabama.

Within a month, I had completely fallen for this sweet boy. Fiance’ in Alabama was toast.

The sweet boy from the restaurant and I were together for four years before we went our separate ways. We were apart for a year and a half. We both dated other people. Somehow, we never stopped talking.

Fast forward a year and a half. We cautiously start dating again. Within two months, we are head-over-heels-all-over-again.

We date for another two years. Move in together. Buy a house.

Get married.

Live happily ever after.

Our story isn’t traditional, but it’s ours. I do love that sweet boy.

What’s more, I heard my sweet boy tell our story this weekend. I learned something new. They weren’t even planning on coming into my restaurant that night. They had gone to a Buffalo’s around the corner to eat, but the bartender kept them waiting for 20 minutes so they got up and left.

Thank you, crappy bartender! You are the reason  I met that sweet boy!

This was so fun! Go link up! I want to read your stories too!