How me met.

I was working as a waitress in a cocktail bar when I met David. I remember that day so well. It was a Saturday, and I had picked up an afternoon shift. Usually, I work nights on Saturdays, but I had switched with a girl who needed that day shift off. Here comes a group of people grabbing a table on the outside patio. I remember one of the other waitresses I was working with that day looked over and said, “I don’t want to wait on them.” They were friends with the owner, and I guess every time they came in, the owner would comp their bill. I was like, “I’ll take them,” and she said, “Good.” She said they get drunk and forget to tip usually, probably because their bill gets comped. You could tell they were guys in a band—just something about them. Some were with girls and some without. I walked over and said, “Hi, what can I get you all to drink?” That’s when our eyes locked immediately. I had never felt that kind of chemistry before. I was like, “What is going on right now?” He was with a girl sitting right next to him, and it was very apparent they came in together. She could even feel the chemistry going on between us. He was not afraid to stare. I took all their drink orders, walked inside to the register to ring up the drinks, and I was thinking to myself, “Who is this guy?” I started to input the drinks into the computer, and I felt him staring at me through the window. I liked it; I loved it. I grabbed the drinks and brought them to the table, and one of his friends asked what my friends and I were doing that night. I said, “Nothing, we are free with no plans.” He said, “David here is having a party, and you should come.” I said, “Sure, maybe we will.” He wrote his address down on a napkin and handed it to me. The rest of the afternoon, they all stayed, and I waited on them. At one point, I saw the girl reach over and kiss David, and I just thought to myself, “Leave it alone.” I was already getting over another relationship, and that relationship was another classic case of a girl chasing a boy who was just not that into her. I’ll leave it at that. They left, and yes, they left me a tip. After work, I called two of my girlfriends and asked if they wanted to go to a house party. They said sure. So we got ready and headed over there. While getting ready, I was thinking about all the eye contact and flirting going on earlier with David and wondering, “Why am I even heading to his house? What am I expecting? Or do I just want to go out and meet some new people?” I didn’t want to be that girl who’s flirting with someone’s boyfriend. Or do I? Well, I’m just going to go see what happens. We walked into this small apartment. There were probably 20 people there with music blasting. We went straight to the kitchen where the drinks were, and I was looking around, but I didn’t see David anywhere. His friend came over to us, the one who invited me to his house, and said, “I’m glad you girls came.” He started introducing us to the rest of the people there, and out of the corner of my eye, here comes David out of what seems to be his bedroom with the girl from earlier. At that moment, I was like, “Okay, I need to leave this situation alone.” He came over to us holding her hand, and I introduced my friends to him. We all stood around drinking, talking, and laughing. We stayed late, and then we left. I thought nothing else the rest of the night. I never felt the stare from him that evening. We all were pretty drunk. I went to bed, woke up, and got ready for my usual Sunday morning shift. As I was at the end of my shift, here comes David and his friends. They sat down at table 66. I walked over to them and said hi. I didn’t see the girl he was with the day before. He said hi, grabbed my hand, pulled me down to him, and kissed me. I kissed him back, no problem. I looked at him and said, “Where’s the girl?” and he said, “I asked her to leave. I’ve met my dream girl.”