How I Met My Wife

I was working in an exercise equipment store, bored silly one night when a cute girl walked in.  It was not common to see women younger than fifty in the store, so you might imagine I was pleased.  Then she told me she was just looking for some dumbbells.  Wonderful.  That should have taken all of five minutes.  

An hour and a half later she left saying she would be back at the weekend.  We had spent the time chatting and looking at a variety of exercise equipment in which she had expressed zero interest.  The second time she came in, she was accompanied by her mother and a guy.  Not a good sign for my prospects of chatting her up further.  

To my surprise, she spent more than two hours in the store, most of it chatting with me, with a little bit of talking equipment thrown in.  She still didn't buy anything that day, but promised to be back the next weekend.  I sincerely hoped she would come back, as the next weekend was my last weekend in that store.

The next weekend, just as she said she would, she came back.  She brought her mom again, but no guy this time.  She was in the store for nearly four hours, during which time she decided to buy some stuff, finally.  Most of the time was spent talking about movies and books and other stuff totally unrelated to her purchase.  

At one point, I offered to lend her a dvd we had talked about.  

When she came to the counter to finalize her purchase, I asked her for her personal information, for delivery purposes.  When I asked for her phone number, I joked "I promise not to use it for any nefarious purposes."

To which she responded, "You know, I'm not entirely opposed to nefariousness."

I asked how she felt about dinner, she said she enjoyed dinner.  I asked whether she might enjoy dinner that night.  We had dinner that night, and the next.  Now she is my wife.  

I still get grief for offering to lend her the dvd.  Apparently, I should have known at that point that she wanted me to ask her out.