Back in the spring of 2004, a good friend of my mom's asked if I was interested in working at the civil engineering firm she worked at for the summer. She needed an administrative intern, mainly someone to file papers, run errands, and shop for the door prizes at monthly office picnics. She also mentioned that there would be lots of cute engineer interns working their for the summer. This nine to five job sounded way more promising than waiting tables again.
I began my job on May 17, 2004. As I walked into my office*, I watched a boy with insanely large side burns and curly hair pop out from under a computer desk. He had been hooking up my computer. He was introduced to me as the IT intern, and he quickly left the room. I thought he was cute, but then I went on my way thinking we wouldn't see much of each other.
*And by office, I mean a giant room we called "the cave" with folding tables used for desks and 5 engineers plus me in a corner. It was a bizarre work environment for that one summer, but so much fun. The following summer when I returner, the company had moved to a nicer place with real cubicles and desks. I still prefer "the cave."
At the end of the day, I had been out doing some training things, but came back to my desk to find a cell phone with a sticky note on it. It read something like this...
You are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. I hooked you up with a company cell phone for the summer. Below is my number, call me tonight... Puffy heart, J
Actually....it didn't happen like that it all. It just said to email him if I had problems hooking the phone up. I know. The first note would have been much cooler.
And email him I did. As cheesy as it may sound, our little office romance was started with a lot of emails. I would purposely break things on my computer and cell phone so I could email him to come fix it. My sister and another intern friend began to set up "intern outings" so J and I would hang out outside of work since neither one of us was initiate anything. He went to college 9 hours from my college, so a relationship just didn't seem likely to me. It just wasn't going to work out.
But, as I'm sure you can all guess, it worked out just fine. By the end of the summer, I knew he was pretty special. We went back to college not "dating", but we talked almost every day. And at the end of that semester, we were officially together.
6 years later, he's still my computer whiz and I'm the dumb one who still breaks things and has no idea how to use a smart phone. We're a perfect match!