Disclaimer: This is a true story that happened about a year ago. Candice and I were being very silly and very dramatic. I don't actually believe he is my future husband (I hadn't met Peter yet). Also, some names have been changed.
The fact
that Candice was visiting from out of town was only a lame excuse for another
reason to go back to the restaurant.
I had already been there 3 times in the past week and a half. He’s not going to fall in love with me
on his own, is he? The first time
I went there, I saw him – he was so handsome – I made small talk, introduced
myself, ordered my food - the usual.
I mean, I was with a group of friends, what more could I do? The second time I went there, he didn’t
remember me. But he felt really
bad about it – that’s an in! Then
I took Candice there.
Once she saw him, she understood. He always acted awkward. Kind of shy, self-conscious. But his looks made up for it. Then I met his brother. Taller, equally as handsome, friendly, personable, not awkward... Hey, if younger brother isn’t stepping up to the plate…
Once she saw him, she understood. He always acted awkward. Kind of shy, self-conscious. But his looks made up for it. Then I met his brother. Taller, equally as handsome, friendly, personable, not awkward... Hey, if younger brother isn’t stepping up to the plate…
Older
brother made sure he waited on us.
He came to refill my water glass and ended up talking for 15
minutes. Fifteen minutes.
Candice and I kept eating, he kept talking. He had refilled my water glass 3 times before he realized he
should probably wait on other tables.
But by then I was lost, hopelessly in love - younger brother completely forgotten. There was only one small problem…