They grow Nevada boys rough, and oh so handsome. This naive, Utah girl never had a chance.
My very first job was working the counter of a photography supply store in Oregon. I was 16. And I loved my boss desperately. I remember the time Duke asked me if I needed a ride to the company party. I bought a new outfit, and just about peed my pants when he came to pick me up. It was, of course, not a date. He was, after all, 23 years old. And my boss.
Over the next few years he talked me through multiple relationships, as my very best friend and confidant. I watched him date beautiful women. A part of me wanted him, but most of me knew it would never happen. He was not the same religion as I am. He smoked and drank. And I was just a little girl.
Just before my 19th birthday, we both found ourselves single. The flirting made work a dream, until the tension started to get a little weird. We would brush by each other behind the counter and I would have to grip the nearest showcase and catch my breath.
Duke still makes mention of "the day he cracked." I was in the darkroom in the early morning, washing my hair in the sink, because I didn't have time to take a shower that morning. He peaked his head in. And the sight of me drying my hair cracked him. The next day you can bet I took a shower before work. I curled my hair and pranced around in my favorite heels. As a heaven-send, he was transfered to manage a larger store that week, and no longer called himself my boss. :)
As it turns out, it did happen. I got him. He ended up joining the LDS church, after we dated a long while, and one year later we were married in the Portland, Oregon temple.
Love. Is. Found. All the time. In the weirdest places.