july 10, 2007

people often ask how we met. truth is, i was talking to my friend lisa at work one day about coffee shops and how they're a great place to meet people. later the same day, i happened to have an extra half hour after a meeting with rachel and i asked her if she wanted to go grab coffee (in my new mini cooper). she said yes, and we were off.

although lisa planted the thought, this very sweet-looking boy with kind eyes is ahead of me in line and he starts talking to me (and the barista). i noticed, i admit, but turned my attentions back to rachel, as we were still talking about her grandparent's cabin.



next day, same coffee shop, who do you think is standing right in front of me in line again? that's right, mr. aaron briggs, and he's talking to me again. he's telling me he's from texas, just arrived so to speak, and i get the gumption to hand him my card.

i'll email you right now, he says, and he did. by the time i'm back at my desk, i have a date for saturday night.