This is a story that I love to tell.
I had started working for the Census Bureau as a clerk--one of the last clerks hired for Address Canvasing. Jim was the Assistant Manager for Administration, and of course, I noticed him. He's tall and very handsome. But I had given up on the idea of meeting anyone. I was very satisfied with being alone, so it didn't occur to me that he had noticed me.
Oh, he spoke to me every day. He said hello, asked how I was, how was my evening, weekend...the usual office chit-chat...nothing that struck me as unusual. I thought he was a nice guy who spoke to everyone in the office. I didn't give it a whole lot of thought, because I was trying to figure out how to keep my job when they started cutting back on staff, which seemed imminent. I managed that by getting assigned to Field Operations, which made me feel a little more secure.
About three weeks into the job, I was walking by Jim's desk and he stopped me to ask how my evening had been and if I was feeling any better. I hadn't been feeling well the day before, and I thought it was nice of him to remember. So I was standing there talking to him, when he flipped over his calculator. I looked down and there was a post-it note on it that simply said "Lunch?" I was so in shock, I think I said "sure", but Jim says I said "yes."
Anyway, that was at about 10:30, and I had a horrible time concentrating the rest of the morning. Suddenly, I was very aware of where he was in the office. And I couldn't help but wonder if it was just two co-workers going to lunch or if he was asking me out on a date. Then of course, I couldn't help but wish I had worn something more attractive. It was Friday and I was wearing jeans.
When we left for lunch, Jim quickly made it clear that he was interested in me. He told me that he had been trying to figure out how to get to know me outside of the office. Again, I was shocked. I had no idea. Then at the restaurant, he asked if I was seeing anyone, which I wasn't, and he asked me if I would like to date him. The whole conversation is kind of a blur, but I know that before we left the restaurant, he said he could look up my phone number, but he'd prefer not to, and I ended up writing it on a comment card.
That was the beginning...