I am a confessed 80's music junkie. If you come over to my house when I get home, we'll be listening to XM satellite...the 80's station! Well, today my husband was reminiscing to one of his favorite songs (one I don't particularly care for) when he asked me if I had a memorable moment in my mind from when we first met. Of course I do (I am also a self-proclaimed hopeless romantic!) Then he asked if any one memory stood out more than the others. Again, yes. I was working as a food service manager at a convenience store when we met. (In Pennsylvania, it is common to have a full service deli counter and sandwich shop in the gas station, and we baked donuts and cookies every morning too.) My first memory of Scooter is during a very busy rush and he came up to my register and bought some candy or gum and was paying in change (mostly pennies) just to talk to me. (Ok, more background, the company he worked for did all the concrete work at this gas station and they had to come back in the spring after we opened to finish the work. He started coming in every day when it was their luch break to flirt.) As Scooter turned to walk out, he looked at me and said "I'll see you tomorrow, beautiful." Right then and there I had an overwhelming feeling that I had just met the man I was going to marry and spend the rest of my life with. You could say that I "imprinted." It was the scariest revelation in my life, mostly becasue I never felt so sure about anything in my life and I didn't even know his name at that point. That was almost 13 years ago.
