So I started working as a Customer Service Rep/Specimen Handler at the hospital. I was single, but not really looking for anything, as I had been burned and just wasn't interested in anything. However, there were some pretty hot phlebotomists. I just let them be eye-candy for me, every day, and all of us flirted and goofed around and had fun.
Except for this one who looked like Anthony Edwards. What a JERK. Instead of asking me to help him with things like the others did, he'd throw them at me. (That is, until I told him "If you throw ONE MORE LABEL at me, I'm going to shove it up your
") Anytime he got off the phone, he'd slam it down several times. He was just some hot-headed, arrogant JERK who I could NOT STAND.
Well, about five months later, this jerk started hanging out with me and my other friends from work (we typically had a gathering every night at 11pm out at the bar when we got off work.) He started to lighten up (I blame it on the booze) and we started to talk and become friends. Turns out he was a jerk because he was in a relationship that was drawn-out and worthless, and he just couldn't find a way out of it.
So, since I heard the words "in a relationship," I just remained friends with him, and we talked at work and hung out sometimes afterwards. I would always try to calm him down so he didn't give me a stroke, when he was upset, and he was always an ear for me to blab everything to.
Then, August 7th, 2002, my mother called me at work. She told me to come right home after work because we were going to put down our beloved Schatzie (weiner dog, 17 years old) the next morning at 9. Well, I freaked, and went crying to my hot-headed phlebotomist friend. He asked where and when, and met my mother, brother, and myself at the vet at 9 the next morning to be there for us.
Then, about 4pm while I was at work that evening, still shaken by the thought of Schatzie being gone, ER called up to me. Now, this wasn't uncommon, as we deal with ER all the time in lab. Well, Tasha said "Lisa? Your brother is a trauma. He was in a bad accident. You might want to come down." So, I freaked out again, grabbed my friend Mindy, told my supervisor what was up, and ran down to the ER.
My phlebotomist friend caught wind of what happened, so he went down on the trauma with another guy, Brett, and sat with me and my parents in the waiting room, as they wouldn't let us in to see Ryan. He went in, would find out information for us, then come out and sit with us, until it was time for Ryan to go home.
That's when I knew I'd be with Terry forever. I couldn't pass up such a compassionate soul. So, he broke up with Heather, moved her out, and here I am, over two years later. He gave me a promise ring at Christmas (four months in) and proposed to me on my birthday (9 months in.) And we're getting married on April 16th of next year.