The story of us… hmmm, well.. this will be a good one! I couldn’t stand him! He would not leave me alone! I worked at this little convenience store in the tiny little city of Pennsboro in West Virginia, and JR worked for the city. He would come in every day with the “city boys,” as we called them and they’d eat lunch. JR was different though, he’d just stand there and talk to me, and he just drove me crazy! He’d volunteer to help change signs and change the gas price signs, and I’d let him do it and just disappear, but he always came back for more! Things went on like this for a few months, he’d come in and I’d go hide in the back, filling the cooler or retreating into the office for cover…. That was, until my friend Amy tried to talk some sense into the situation. She brought up a few valid points, first being that JR was a volunteer fireman, so he was a hero—she actually said “HERO”, and second that I had nothing to lose- it was dinner and a movie, on him. I told him that I’d go to dinner and a movie with him, but if the date was terrible he wasn’t ever allowed to bother me again, and then I handed him his change with my phone number mixed in with the bills. (How rude of me, now that I look back on the situation!!) He had already called me by the time I went home! I made plans with him for that night, it was a Saturday. He went and washed his vehicle, outside, inside, vacuumed and washed the mats. Then when he went to open the door, he stumbled over himself . I sat on a wet seat, and my purse stained his floor mats, he drove to Parkersburg, me with a wet butt and all. I picked the movie, “Hostel,” (HORRIBLE!! Half nudy and half blood gushing gross-out) and then, I picked the one kind of food that JR hated, Chinese (although it’s now his favorite). By the time the check came for dinner, I found myself laughing at his jokes- I thought it was cute that he’d busted his butt to open the door for me, every single time we got to a door! I didn’t want to leave the restaurant, I just wanted to laugh with him. I began to realize on that drive along the river home (the long way, I found out later) that anyone who could laugh with me at such a horrendously bad first date, might be worth checking into. So, the rest is what they call History.
