I will never forget it. I met him at work. There is nothing romantic about pickles, but that is where we worked--at a pickle factory. Somebody's gotta do it.
He was standing across the room leaning on a large tank, looking like he was holding it up. He was talking to a co-worker, who said something humorous. His smile lit up his whole face and I knew right then that I just had to meet this guy. I asked my friends how I should go about it and they suggested I find a common interest. My supervisor told me he had a horse (it was actually a pony) so I asked him about trails to ride. During the conversation I gave him my number. While I was talking to him I found out that he already knew my name. My supervisor had been talking to him, too.
It was difficult to wait for him to call but I had told myself, "he has my number. If he is really interested he will use it." He did use it and we talked for hours. Two years later we were married.
A contest entry
- Your First Love by Ted E Bare.
175 points, ended February 15, 2008, 11 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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oh, it was so cute! I loved it!
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I really hope it was worth the wait
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aww it's so romantic meeting at THE pickle place it truly is sweet. I'm so happy to welcome you to the writing business. Keep it coming.
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Thanks. I will try to keep the writing up
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Nice
Brings back memories.
I guess he was no dill.beginning: 3, language: 2, plot: 2, ending: 3, dialog: 1, characters: 2.
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I loved the way this started. It was funny about "no romance when it comes to pickles." I guess in the end, romance can even be struck with a bow and pickle by cupid(lol). I truly want to thank you for entering my "Your First Love" contest!
Ted E
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Thank you
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You're very welcome
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......I shall wait until you write it then........I'm curious.....
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I hope you like it
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