Ok, I read Sarah's story before I started to write mine. It hurts a little that she doesn't remember me before the party bus trip to San Fransisco. I first met Sarah in the Safeway where she worked in Livermore. It was also where most of our mutual friends worked. I guess she left a bigger impression on me then I did on her (she had a nice butt was what I really remembered).
Years later, I saw her profile on Facebook and decided to send a friend request. When she friended the "jerk" (me), I saw that she now lived in the area. I asked if she would like to go for coffee as friends, that's right friends. She completely shot me down. I was ok with that because I was looking to date at the time.
During the next few months, I found out how competive Sarah was. Now to say she is a die hard Sharks fan is an understatement. As hockey season was in full swing and my wonderful Pittsburg Penguins were looking for Stanley Cup number 4, Sarah would post Shark stuff that practically begged me to comment on. After shooting me down for coffee, I was surprised she wrote back at all. I am a glutten for punishment and looked forward to her comments during the season and our trash talk online.
We had made a few bets during the playoffs. Some I won, and some I lost. The one I lost was dinner. Hoping she wasn't kidding, I took a chance asked if she would like to go to dinner. I was more than surprised when she said yes. I feel blessed every day she did, as she is the rock in my life and I can't imagine a day with out her.
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