1979, Provo, Utah and I needed a job. I was walking through the University Mall and remembered that I had seen a job advertised for the Keepsake Jewelry Store. I wasn't prepared for an interview but decided to stop in and at least get an application.
Holy Moly! The guy working behind the counter was adorable! Dark hair, hazel eyes, dark mustache. Hubba hubba!! Boy was I glad that I stopped in. I only wanted an application but he ended up interviewing me anyway.
When I got home, I told my roommates that I didn't care if I got the job, but I definitely was going back to flirt with this guy. Before I could do that however, he called me!!! He pilfered my phone number from my application and called and wanted to know if I would like to go to Cascade Springs. I was from California and I didn't know where the sam hill Cascade Springs was, but who cared?? HE CALLED ME!
After that first date, we saw each other every single night and things were starting to get serious.
After about a month, he dropped a bomb on me. Keepsake Jewelry wanted him to transfer to a store in Texas!! Panic! I was really falling for this guy...what was I going to do with him being in TEXAS?!?
Little did I know that he had plans. Plans that I would move to Texas too. Which I did. He rented an apartment for himself and found me a house with a single mom who needed extra money and was renting out a room.
Thinking back on it now, I can't believe that my parents let me go. I would NEVER have let my kids do that!!
So we moved to Texas. He started working at the jewelry store and I found a job as a receptionist at a photography studio.
About a month had passed and I was home alone. It was late at night, my roommate and her son were gone for the weekend and I was watching tv in my comfy robe.
I heard a knock on the door. With it being late at night, I hesitated in opening the door. But when I did, there was a police officer on the other side.
"Is your name Debbie _____?"
"Yes"
"Is your social security number xxx-xx-4978?
"Yes"
"I'm sorry Ma'am, but I have a warrant for your arrest. You'll need to come with me."
~TO BE CONTINUED ~
Holy Moly! The guy working behind the counter was adorable! Dark hair, hazel eyes, dark mustache. Hubba hubba!! Boy was I glad that I stopped in. I only wanted an application but he ended up interviewing me anyway.
When I got home, I told my roommates that I didn't care if I got the job, but I definitely was going back to flirt with this guy. Before I could do that however, he called me!!! He pilfered my phone number from my application and called and wanted to know if I would like to go to Cascade Springs. I was from California and I didn't know where the sam hill Cascade Springs was, but who cared?? HE CALLED ME!
After that first date, we saw each other every single night and things were starting to get serious.
After about a month, he dropped a bomb on me. Keepsake Jewelry wanted him to transfer to a store in Texas!! Panic! I was really falling for this guy...what was I going to do with him being in TEXAS?!?
Little did I know that he had plans. Plans that I would move to Texas too. Which I did. He rented an apartment for himself and found me a house with a single mom who needed extra money and was renting out a room.
Thinking back on it now, I can't believe that my parents let me go. I would NEVER have let my kids do that!!
So we moved to Texas. He started working at the jewelry store and I found a job as a receptionist at a photography studio.
About a month had passed and I was home alone. It was late at night, my roommate and her son were gone for the weekend and I was watching tv in my comfy robe.
I heard a knock on the door. With it being late at night, I hesitated in opening the door. But when I did, there was a police officer on the other side.
"Is your name Debbie _____?"
"Yes"
"Is your social security number xxx-xx-4978?
"Yes"
"I'm sorry Ma'am, but I have a warrant for your arrest. You'll need to come with me."
~TO BE CONTINUED ~
25 comments:
Debi! You can't leave me hanging! What an interesting story! I LOVE your blog by the way!
Nooooooo....must know the rest! Can't wait!
That is just not right. I NEED the rest of the story~♥
I'm tapping my foot here. :)
LOL, way to leave them hanging Deb!!!
I was wondering if you ever posted this story...glad to be here and see it in writing...Kim - former Moreno Beacher!
What the WHAT?!? When are you going to finish?!
Aahh! I need to know what happens!! Is this true, by the way? I can't believe you moved all the way to TX for a dude! Wow. I can't talk though because I moved to Salt Lake for a guy once. ( I lived in Davis cty)
You are so funny! Look at them dying... LOVE this story!!!
What?! You're leaving me hanging? Awww, such cruelty!!! This is getting goooooood. Post the next half at 12:00 am, k, so I can read it first thing tomorrow ;0). You're great and funny.
ohhhh my gosh!! OH NO YOU DI'INT!!!!
OH NO! you can not just leave me hangin' like that!!!
I'm sitting here at my computer till you post the rest of this story!! If I were to guess...I'd say the boyfriend took something from the jewelry store and left your name and social #-am I close?
I am waiting :)
YOU ARE CRUEL!!! This was getting toooo good.
I just read Mother Goose's comment. LOL!! Okay. I'm boycotting your blog until you spill it, young lady!! lol.
Grrr. =)
You are such a tease!
I think the dude ended up proposing.
Ok! So I am hooked! Waiting.... m
I feel so sorry for all my fellow blogging friends who do not know the end of this story. And I feel kind of smug, 'cause I do. Keep checking back, you are gonna love it!
I think I know where this is going!! Can't wait for you to finish this little story!
Hahhahah! I've heard this story before! I didn't know you were in Texas though!
I'm still sitting here...my family is standing right behind my chair too. (We need an update)-♥
It wasn't a real police officer!It was a prank! Am I right?
Holy crap!(Oops, sorry!) I almost missed this post. I need to know what happened so I'm headed over to your next post. Glad I'm reading this in chronological order!
I so would never let my kids do that either!
uh, if that's the real last four digits of your SSN, go in there and edit them out. My financial advisor Bob told me, to protect my identity, that those last four are enough for the bad guys to get too much access to my money.
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