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Harry Burns: The first time we met, we hated each other.
Sally Albright: No, you didn't hate me, I hated you. The second time we met, you didn't even remember me.
Harry Burns: I did too, I remembered you. The third time we met, we became friends.
Sally Albright: We were friends for a long time.
Harry Burns: And then we weren't.
Sally Albright: And then we fell in love.
Whenever we begin telling our love story, it starts with a similar script, only set in a doctor's office. You see, Mr. HT and I work for different companies in pharmaceutical sales. I like to say that we are legal drug dealers!
don't we look professional?
We met three different times in the same year. The first time was in a doctor's office. Mr. HT warmly introduced himself. I, on the other hand, was private and reserved. I shook his hand, said hello, and went back to reviewing my product information while he waited to speak with the doctor.
Mr. HT says of that meeting he thought I was cute and stand-offish, and noticed an engagement ring on my finger. What he didn't know at the time was the failing state of that relationship. Instead, he accepted I was taken and that was that.
Fast forward four months. I had mustered the courage to leave my ex after discovering hundreds of text messages written to a "friend" on our joint cell phone bill. Suffering a bruised ego and broken heart, bi-weekly therapy sessions with a psychologist called in just for the occasion helped me get over a major depressive episode and confident enough to work again.
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It was a late Friday afternoon in a doctor's office in a nearby town. This time the tables were turned -- I was in the back waiting to talk with the doctor when Mr. HT came in. The receptionist decided to revoke my welcome and called my name over the announcement system. Mortified, I rushed to the front desk. There stood a grinning Mr. HT. I remembered his name, but not our first meeting several months earlier. Annoyed to be called out, I reluctantly accompanied him back since he offered to introduce me to the doctor I was waiting for.
The doctor was nice enough and asked why Mr. HT was not yet dating me. [Sidenote - doctors and office staff had tried to set up dates for Mr. HT for years in an attempt to get him to settle down, so this question was apparently not out of his norm.] Mr. HT politely replied that I was married.
Dear Hive, you already know that this was not how my story ended. And so I explained that while no longer engaged, I was one week in to my fresh new start of work and life. Whaaaa?
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Stunned, mouths agape, they tried to smooth over the situation with apologies. I was okay with it, part of healing was being honest with myself. Just like it says in the Bible, the truth shall make you free.
Of course there is a third time we met...and I'll save that story for next time!
Now it's your turn to share. I'm interested to know if it was at first sight or after a few choice encounters for you to fall for your beloved?
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