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a flat tire...
My sweetie works for a skate park design company and travels all over the country building skate parks that he has designed for communities and private people. I work as a service advisor for a mechanic's shop. He was on his way from Houston, TX back home to Ohio and he had a flat tire. He stopped at my shop to get a new tire and I wrote his service order. I got his email address from an online search. (I had seen his company name in his car on a piece of paper.) I emailed him and on June 16th 2004 was our one year anniversary of the day we met. We are happily doing the long distance relationship thing and it works for us. He comes down here every 2 or 3 months and I go up there when I can.
The thing I remember the most is that he kept pulling at his jeans. They were falling off of him!!! I also noticed that he stuttered a little because he was nervous. = )
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