Here we are, part two. If you need to catch up, click here. So, he let me throw away his paper from our printing exercises. No big deal. I think the class came to an end and that was pretty much it for that day. The next day, I think we may have conversed during breaks. Each day in class we would spend a little more time talking. I found out things about him and he found out things about me. He told me he was coming up on his 2nd year with his significant other but he wasn’t happy and wanted out. Me, not wanting a possibly good love story to end, I told him that I would help him try to fix their relationship. I figured, if I couldn’t be his love interest, I could at least be his friend.
So, I gave him various suggestions as to what might improve their relationship. We would have lunch together and talk about how to improve their relationship, plus other things. We even played on the coed flag football and softball teams. As you can see, we were spending more and more time together. Turns out none of my suggestions actually helped. Neither of them were happy and ended up breaking up. When he told me that, I felt awful for him. I honestly tried to help him but I guess it wasn’t meant to be.
During our conversation about their breakup, I told him that he should take some time for himself and then start seeing other people. I mean, after being with the same person for two years, you need some alone time and then stretch your legs to see what is out there. That’s when he told me that he wanted to see me and only me. Imagine my surprise.
I don’t know about you but I had a rule about not dating people I worked with. If there was a breakup then there would be a bit of awkwardness at work that I didn’t really want or need. Turns out that he ended up finding a new position outside the company and I got a promotion within the company. To me, that was a good sign. Just look at us now. We have been together for 27 years and married for 22. Life is good.
“Be yourself when you go out looking for that special someone, because true love doesn’t respond well to false advertising!” ~ Unknown
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