It was a week before my senior year of college started. I just came back into town from living on a ranch in Colorado, and I decided to get my old job back working for a feed company. I had a whole lot of livestock to feed, and the feed store worked around my class schedule, so I figured it would be perfect for me. I sauntered in through the warehouse, and met with my old manager. Little did I know that my future husband was high above me, on top of a big feed hopper, looking me over. I had no idea he was there. He thought I was a "sorority girl" of some type because I had on some stylish shorts and top. (Whatever.) He turned to another guy on the feed mixer to get the story on me.
Fast forward a few weeks. I was back to work, doing my usual feed billing paper work, and we had an employee meeting. I saw him. He saw me. He was sweaty, wearing wranglers and a feed company T-shirt. I was wearing Rockies (they were still cool back then), and a feed store polo shirt. His hair was buzzed off because he couldn't handle the heat. He introduced himself to me, and we chatted a little.
The next day I walked out into the warehouse and he used the world's worst pick- up line on me, and I was appalled. I was furious. I was blushing. I was...confused. I didn't know whether to kiss him or slap him. I did neither. I just rolled my eyes, gave him a look, and marched back to my office. The nerve of that guy! The line was so bad, I can't even repeat it on a blog. The next day we started talking, and the conversation turned to the subject of golf. He was surprised to find out that I knew how to play, so he invited me to shoot a round with him and his buddies the next afternoon. I kicked his little hiney. It wasn't even a close game, and it wasn't pretty. Because he was a glutton for punishment, he invited me out to go bowling with him and some of his friends. I bowled the game of my life, and beat him again. I think he was starting to learn a little bit about my competitive nature. :) I was beginning to enjoy spending time with him. After our next date, he tried to kiss me and I slammed the screen door in his face. He was undeterred. In fact, I think he took it as some sort of challenge because he kept asking me to go on dates with him. After a while, he started to grow on me.
We were pretty fond of one another, and we started to spend lots of time together. Every afternoon after my classes, I would come to work and process large feed orders. After typing them up on the computer and taking care of the money end of things, I'd hand the customer a "pink slip" to take out to the warehouse. There, my "guy" would load the "pink slip" order into the back of the truck or trailer of the customer. I secretly smiled when they ordered hay because he would walk from the warehouse, past the window of the store, and go to the hay barn. I thought he was pretty darn cute, and I'd look forward to watching him from the store as he slung big heavy bales of hay from the stack like it was nothing at all. He was constantly hot, sweaty, and covered with hay....and I loved it. He was a hard worker, and I loved to watch him hustle. There's just something attractive about a man hard at work, with short sleeves, leather gloves, and forearms bulging, as he lifted bales by the strings. In fact, he would often sling several 50# feed sacks on his shoulders at once. But his muscles weren't the only things I fell in love with. He was kind, thoughtful, and always kept me laughing. There was never a dull moment in our courtship.