We worked together at a local Burger King. We did closing shifts, and usually were in close proximity of one another, as I usually managed the specialty board (chicken, fish, sides like poppers and mozerralla sticks) and he did the fryers (frying chicken, fish, fries, sides, and also cleaning and changing the fryers). I first noticed his hair. The ends were curled, and they stuck out from under his hat in all different directions.
We first really started talking when, one night, he spilled oil on the floor, and me, ass that I am, laughed at him. But although I laughed at him, I helped him clean up the oil. We hit it off immediately.
We exchanged e-mail addresses. From there we chatted on AIM. Then we talked on the phone. And at work. We requested breaks together. One night I really knew he liked me when he argued with another closer as to who would take me home. He won, even though the other closer lived closer to me.
On July 16th, 2000, I told Daniel that I definitely liked him. He told me he had the same feelings for me. We had our first date on July 19th – he took me to an amusement park.
And… the rest is history. ♥


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