Jessica and I met at Intrax Cultural Exchange, a company with several sub-companies that all deal in foreign exchange – an au pair service, a work exchange company, a language school, two study abroad companies, and so on. Jessica worked for AYUSA, a non-profit that brings foreign high schoolers to the US for a year; I worked for Intrax Study Abroad, for American high schoolers spending a semester or year abroad.
Around a year after I started working there, I noticed an extremely attractive new gal with very long, curly hair and a great smile. I asked my friend Jillian – who turned out to be her supervisor – who she was.
“That’s Jessica Walker,” she said, “and she is awesome. You want me to introduce you to her?”
“Um, yes,” I said. The ‘um’ was for emphasis.
At a staff party a little later, true to her word, Jillian marched me over to Jessica and introduced us. We’d actually met in the meantime and had a couple brief, flirty conversations, including one in the mailroom where she spied me checking her out. She was wearing a miniskirt, after all, and I was powerless. Unbeknownst to me at the time, she was checking ME out, too. I was wearing a miniskirt*, after all, and she was powerless.
*[Or slacks and a shirt. I can’t remember now.]
I mentioned to her at some point that I had a hookup for free A’s tickets and offered to take her to a game. For some reason – likely related to my very poor self-confidence resulting from years of bad dates and no girlfriends – I neglected to follow up on my offer. Luckily, Jessica was having none of it. She emailed me at work and asked me, point blank: “So. When are you taking me to an A’s game?”
That was enough reassurance for me – reassurance that she indeed was interested in me – and I got us tickets to that Friday’s game. We had a drink after work and then headed to the game; she told me about herself, that she had a brother who played minor league baseball in Reno and how she lived with 6 other people in an apartment in Noe Valley and they had a group blog called The Magnificent 7. I likely cracked a lot of jokes, which she was kind enough to laugh at.
I don’t remember anything about the game. I had to look it up – apparently the A’s almost got no-hit by Erick Bedard of the Orioles and ended up losing 6-1. I paid loose attention to the game, which is unusual for me. But it’s not every day I’m accompanied by a hot babe. Well, now it is. But it wasn’t back then.
The date of the game was July 20th, 2007, three years ago today, 4 years and 8 days before our wedding. Not a bad length of time to get to know someone, although we both now agree that it wasn’t long into our relationship that we each separately decided that this was the real deal.
So – happy anniversary, baby. We may very well celebrate by signing a lease on a new apartment tonight, if all goes well, a new chapter in our life. Here’s to three more years, three more after than, and then we’ll re-evaluate.
Just kidding. Here’s to a lifetime.