A long, long time ago, I got a job in a call center. They held a multi-week training class, and we had to pass the final test before moving out to the floor. Someone got a perfect score on the test, and that was the first time I ever noticed the quiet young man sitting in the back of the room.
This quiet high-scorer and I were put on the same team, seated next to each other. We had several web-based tools for our job, and he built an HTML page with all the links. As an aspiring programmer, it made my heart skip.
I’d led an unromantic life up to that point–my one and only boyfriend lasting 18 months and me breaking off the relationship with, “I think you need a woman who respects you and I’m not that woman.” I’d told my brother I was probably going to be single for a while.
Three months later–quiet high-scorer asked me out on a date.
Okay, so he didn’t really ask. I mentioned I wanted to go to a movie but my bff wouldn’t be able to go. Quiet high-scorer shrugged and said, “If your friend can’t go, I’d be happy to go with you.” I blinked at him and said the first thing that popped into my mind: “Actually, next on the list is Sarah.”
The tale of me and the quiet high-scorer continued with him continually out-performing me, and (though it sounds conceited) I wasn’t used to that and it impressed me. He also wasn’t afraid of risks as I watched him try sushi for the first time (this was almost 15 years ago, so sushi wasn’t as big as it is now). He was fiscally savvy, a hard worker, intelligent, quick-thinking, confident, and had a sense of humor that made me laugh.
Plus, he was cute.
On June 24th, 2006, I married that quiet high-scorer.
Happy Anniversary to My Love. (Alright, alright, so our anniversary was on Monday, but I don’t post on Mondays.)