Fairy tale? I think so.

So it's been a while since I have posted anything, or even looked on my blog, but I figure I don't have anything else to do, so why not tell you about how I come to met my husband. Oh, wait, who am I kidding? I have tons to do, but just do not feel like doing them. Ha. Procrastination might as well be my middle name. Jessica Procrastination Resor....sounds great!

To get back on subject, Evan and I met in June 2006. I had just graduated from high school, just got out of a relationship, and I had nothing better to do then to work all summer. I hated that dreadful place, but was making more than enough on the hour. Every day I would wake up and have a battle with myself. It just seemed like a huge hassle to go to a place where I would sweat and get dirty. I worked at Airborn/DHL. It was what held our small city economy together, and I hated that place. I had been working there for about a year. I was hard at work, sorting boxes, when my supervisor asked me to go to a different area. The area I was assigned to was an area that I was unfamiliar with, so it took me a while to find it. I was looking all around for this area, and I was just about to give up when I finally saw the stairs to it. So, I walked up and started sorting more boxes when I felt like someone was staring at me. I looked to my right and there was a puny kid with spikey hair looking my way. He had the biggest grin on his face. I thought to myself, "do I know him". I came to the conclusion that I had no idea who he was, so I decided to approach him and strike up conversation. Now, we weren't supposed to be talking while we worked, it dropped our "productivity" or something like that. We were trying to be inconspicuous about our talking so they wouldn't send me back, but our conversation was pretty intense. We were bound and determined to find out every detail of one another. Both of us had just gotten out of a relationship so we were both pretty flirty?

I remember exactly what he was wearing. He had a cut off with a giant Pepsi logo and on the back it said "Resor" with a big number "20" on it. I remember because I asked him his name and he was like "Evan" and then I asked his last name and he just pointed to his shirt. It was funny because I was like...umm.."how do you pronounce that?" He laughed and said it for me, but he had to repeat himself several times for me to hear him. The loud conveyor belts were annoying me and all I wanted to do was talk to this guy. As we were talking I kept thinking, "is he gonna ask for my number?". I didn't think he was going to so I took a big step and asked him if he wanted mine. He said yes, so he went and grabbed a scrap piece of paper, which happened to be part of his check stubb, and gave me his. I was worried at first because they were making me leave and he hadn't made it back yet, so I hesitated a little and started to walk out when I saw him round the corner! He passed me and handed me the tiny piece of paper with his phone number. We smiled at each other and I went back to my original area. I wasn't expecting him to hand me HIS number, but I went with it and couldn't stop smiling the rest of the day. When I left work that day I remember getting in my car and as soon as I turned my phone on I called him. It went to voice mail! He was still in work, so I left him a message and he called me back within a couple of hours. I remember thinking, "this guy is totally not my type", but I took the giant leap, as did he, and we hit it off from the very beginning.

Now, tell me that's not a fairy tale right there, ladies and gents? I can't believe it all worked out when we were merely just flirting with one another. Who would have thought! God works in mysterious ways is all I can think of....and that the princess did find her prince!!