Started With A Kiss

The start of our relationship may not be the most exciting or glamorous story, but it is definitely one of my favorites. And it all started with a kiss!

Okay, no, not really. Not at all, actually. She claims that, for her, it started with a glance — not at me, but at my name on our team roster. She had just gotten onto a new team with me at work and read my name tag thinking “Ooo! An Italian boy! I bet he’s cute.” I was (according to her, at least). She asked to be seated next to me. She wanted to be my friend.

At the time, we were working in a call center in Central California. Fun times right? Not really. Not at all, actually. Neither of us enjoyed the work, felt like the work was valuable, or made nearly enough to compensate us for being in the soul-sucking environment. Despite hating it, we worked well enough to have better metrics than the overwhelming majority of our peers. This meant that when it came to shift swaps, we were able to choose which schedule we wanted and which supervisor we wanted to be under.

One lucky winter shift swap, we ended up on the same team. I chose it because it was early (less people called in early). She chose it because she had the supervisor recommended to her. So, there I was, early to work and anxiously waiting, watching the seconds tick ever closer to my inevitable doom. I glanced up and noticed this curly haired girl with an Attack on Titan lanyard and a chibi titan pin. My heart sank. We were friends before she even know it.

Before long, we started talking and bonded over just how much we had in common (music, movies, anime, detestable employer, etc). It was amazing. I was giddy that I finally made actual friend at work!

One day, we were chatting about phone numbers (this was her in). She thought hers was easy, but oh boy was she wrong! MY phone number was one of the easiest ones! She asked me what it was and I told her. Ha! She was genuinely surprised at how it was (I fell for her trap). “Well, I hope you don’t mind me constantly texting you,” she told me.

“Go for it,” I dared her.

She did.

Here we are!