Her hair wasn't pink or short when we met.

in fact it was blond, and down to her belt when it was braided.

So... Last night I was telling my people at work a little bit about myself, and I thought I should write it down.

When I was dating my wife, I worked as a “road striper” (technical term... I painted the lines in parking lots) and she worked at Starbucks. That is how we met. One day she was taking my order and asked: “Would you like anything else today?”

“Why yes, how about a hot date?”

“Ummm... I don't really have any girlfriends I could hook you up with right now, maybe some other time.”

“Ummm... Okay I guess.”

Since I was regular, and I loved chances to see that really pretty barista, I was a regular at her store. After about a week of her taking my order and not making any new friends to hook me up with she explained to me:

“Look, I am not going to go out and make a friend just so I can get you a date. You are on your own with this one man.”

“Oh. Okay... Ummm, hey, I was thinking, would you mind being my hot date?”

*blushing wildly* “Sure I guess, would you like my number?”

That day was July 5^th, 2005. We went on a date that night, and have been hanging literally everyday since then. For our first date, we went to The Barbecue Pit at the intersection of Garfield and La Mesa Blvd. She was to nervous to eat much of her dinner, so I cleaned both of our plates, seeing as how I was bouncing my rent check in order to take her out. We spent a little bit of time in her car (I rode scooter at the time, and so she willingly picked me up for our date) and listened to the song that was stuck in my head during dinner, “Haunted Cat House”, by the Nekromantix. We went to the store and bought “Lock, Stock, and Two Smoking Barrels” and went back to my house to watch it. We were both so tired that we fell asleep about halfway through the movie and didn't wake up until my alarm went of the next morning.

Ohh man. What a date.