So I agreed. I agreed to meet this mystery man and go on a date. A date... yuck. That was just the weirdest combination of words when I really wanted to be left alone. You know the feeling when you meet someone new and you have to "impress". Fill that person in on your life, what you like and don't like, where you grew up, how many kids you want. All that jazz that feels just awkward. But I agreed. Awesome.
I was working at Dillards at the time at the perfume counter. It was a thankless job but it seemed to fit my social life so it was fine with me.
I was to meet him after he went to a meeting at work. From what I could gather he was a public safety officer at the College of Charleston.
I went to work that morning not knowing what was about to happen. I dressed to impress and honestly, I had butterflies. I would go to the Lancome counter and apply mascara. The Clinique counter and apply blush. The Estee Lauder and apply perfume. You get the picture.
I would see a randome guy walk by and wonder, "Is that him? Is he REALLY doing a drive by to see if he likes me??"
I had my back to him and didn't know it. He walked up behind me and tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around and he took my breathe away. He extended his hand, and I took it in mine.
"Hi, Penny, I'm Shannon. Nice to meet you."
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