disclaimer: I've wrote about our happenstance meetings several times before. The majority of the time, it has been in bits and pieces. Now, I present to you readers, the unabridged version. I think it is important to have the back story with the events leading up to our meeting, which is what this particular post entails.
disclaimer #2: I've seen several bloggers do this, including Mackey Madness and Story of My Life. I figured that I would jump on the bandwagon and do the same; for my new followers and the spirit of Valentine's Day.
disclaimer #3: I promise that I will have some 'real' posts soon. life has just been uneventful. exciting things to come, and I will be sure to share.
back story that leads to 'our story': the unabridged version
Let's back up to February 2009. I met this guy named "A" through my friend, "D" from work. We first met on February 14, at my friend's, "D's" apartment. We all were having a 'Nihilist Valentine's Day' party. My valentines that I brought for everyone were so nihilist that I did not even sign them. The night of Valentine's Day, I was sick. I was also discouraged 'cause I didn't think "A" would be interested in me, plus, I was sick.
Fast forward to March 2009. "A" and I met again. We were having a party for our friend, "J", and that's when we saw each other again. We really hit it off and was flirting. We talked for about a week, then he went on vacation in Europe for another two weeks. Since, he was gone, we stayed in touch via facebook. After he got back to town, we began dating. We dated so briefly that we didn't last two months. In the midst of our dating, we hung out with his friend, "H" a couple of times. Little did I know how this was going to help shape my future.
"A" was younger than me. I swore to myself that I would never date a young guy. I had always dated older guys. When I say older, I mean older. This was the only second guy that I had dated that has been younger than me. I thought to myself that I should have learned my lesson with the guy prior to that, but I did not. I figured that I should not discriminate against younger guys, so I gave "A" a chance.
Around the end of April, we broke up. Two days after my birthday to be exact. Well, I had a bad feeling at work. I always know when a boyfriend and I are going to break up. I just know. Call it the woman's intuition. Also, one of my bachelor's is in Psychology. I am not stupid. I pick up on subtle verbal and nonverbal clues, what people say, etc. "A" and I always talk after I get out of work. On Tuesday, April 28, I called "A" like every other day. This day was no different. He had a young men's church group that night, so he said he was going to come over. I immediately knew something was wrong. This was not like him at all. I called my friend, John, and told him I believed "A" was bringing the stuff I left over at his apartment and we were going to break up. Turns out, I was right.
He did not get me anything for my birthday; just three tulips. Guess you are not going to purchase something for someone when you knowingly want to break up with him. I also took the day off from work without pay, only for him to hang out with his friends instead. It made me angry, because his birthday was two weeks before mine, and I spent a lot more on him. We would have broken up sooner, but he wanted to wait, until after my birthday. I had a feeling two weeks prior that he was wanted to break up.
I told him when we were breaking up that I knew it was going to happen. In fact, I knew a week beforehand. I knew it to the exact day. April 28th. I was so right. I sent my friend a message before everything happened. I showed "A" the text message and proved to him that I knew it was going to happen. Booyah! In your face.
On April 28th, "H" and I became facebook friends.
June 2009 was a really hard month for me. It was not because of the breakup or anything. All the reasons why are irrelevant now.
I really hated my job doing tech support. I was applying for anything and every job I saw posted. I would get tons of interviews, but never the job. This was extremely frustrating. You would think with two bachelors, you could get something better than customer service or retail. It's not when you live in one of the most educated cities. I needed an "out." I was so close, but yet so far away.
I applied for this Financial Advisor/Stock Broker type job at an investment firm. I got called back for a second interview, and eventually got the job. I had training/orientation on from about 9am-12pm or something like that, so they could prepare us for our exams (Series 6, Series 63, and KY Life Insurance). I was doing all of this, plus working at my job about 40 hours a week. I put in my notice, so I could leave the technical support job.
While I was doing both jobs, my technical support job was giving me a hard time. They changed my schedule just a little bit, and criticized everything I did more so. They said I wasn't doing that good on my stats and CSATS (which is basically a random survey the customer fills out), and it was like I didn't want to be there. I never wanted to be there, but I wasn't doing bad on purpose. They said, if you don't want to be here, just tell us. I was thinking, I am sorry that I put in my notice and am leaving, and you are staying here. However, they shouldn't have held that against me. They weren't going to fire me, because then I could have got unemployment. I don't see how they thought I was doing bad on purpose, because prior to that shift bid, I was ranked #11 out of #80.
My last day of the technical support job was supposed to be July 9. Since, I quit the financial job, I had no choice, but to go back to technical support. I was more miserable than ever.
Oh yeah! The real kicker...I requested days off-PTO (Paid Time Off). I had banked about a week worth of hours. I was happy and was glad that I would have a week off and get paid for it. After that, I put my notice into quit. Then they told me, since I was quitting, they weren't going to give me my PTO. I had rightfully deserved it and earned it. I looked up different laws and found out that based on your state laws, that they are required to give it to you. It doesn't matter their policy or anything. The company I worked for, which was an outsource for Apple, had a "use it or lose it" policy. I thought this was incredibly unfair. I could have gotten a lawyer and fought it. I did research. I spent hours printing out laws and cases that could have built my case stronger. I use to want to be a lawyer. I was just at the point that I didn't care, and I wanted to get as far away from that place as possible.
Instead of going in on my last day, I called in. It was like me giving two middle fingers to the place, and saying @#!& you. It was like when Scarface said in Half Baked said, "@#!& you, @#!& you, @#!& you, you're cool, and @#!& you, I'm out!" All of us dreamed about the day, when we could leave it behind. About the time, I quit, there was about ten other people in my group that quit. We were all the originals. I can't believe we put up with that bull@#!& for a year.
However, if it wasn't for that job, I would've never been introduced to David.
Around June 2009, I received a facebook message from "A's" friend, "H" to come hang out with him and some friends. When "A" and I dated, we hung out with "H" a few times. I didn't message "H" back, since I was busy with studying for my tests for the new job, training for the job, and the current job I had. I usually get back to people, but for some reason I didn't.
My mom was giving me an extremely hard time and putting me down, because I was wanting to do the financial advisor job. Just about every conversation was forced, strained, lots of disagreements, and hangups. I told her I was miserable at my technical support job, and needed a change. She basically had the attitude, "suck it up and get over it." Um, no. You work there and see how you like it.
The job was only commission based, which was pretty scary. I know that she was trying to look out for me. At this point, I would take any job over the one that I was doing. They used a pyramid scheme. They wanted your family to invest money in their funds. There's so much more. I looked more and more into the company and did research. It turns out that this particular company was really shady.
On June 21, 2009, I came out to go to work and noticed my driver's side window was busted out. My GPS was stolen. Whoever busted the window out, must have smashed it with something large. The whole window was smashed to smithereens. I loved that GPS. It was pink. Totally me. Maybe I shouldn't have left it on the window. It's not like I live in a bad neighborhood. It's one of the nicest in the city. Just because I left it in the window doesn't give the right to someone to steal it. I had to pay to get it fixed. It was relatively inexpensive. I also had to rent a car too for a day.
The day after my car was broken into, I quit. Turns out, two other people that I was training with to be financial advisors, besides me, quit the same day. I don't know if the other three people stayed or not. I doubt it.
On June 30, I receive a text message from "H" asking why I did not respond to his message from a month ago. He wanted to me hang out again.
I honestly don't know why he texted me. We hardly ever talked, and plus, I think he was dating someone at the time. He had text me the night before just to have a conversation and for me to hang out with his friend and him that weekend. I told him that it would be easier just to call me, than to try to have a "lengthy, get-to-know you better conversation" via text.
So, he called me. The next night, July 1 was the night. I did not know where his friends lived. I'm horrible with directions. Plus, I'm a girl, so I had "H" pick me up. This was the night I met David.....
To be continued...
