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the tale of my love, my life, my everything.
"Hey Texas Roadhouse!"

Here he comes. Stop it, Rachel. You're working. Focus on your job. Guest service first. Guest service always...But he IS a guest...Stop it, Rachel! Shh. Shut up. He's coming. Don't speak. Oh shit...He's in my line. What do I do? What do I say? What's my name? He doesn't care...He's probably a million percent about to go home to his girl and relax for the rest of the night while I stand here in my kick ass gas station uniform and pretend I didn't just yell across the whole store, "Hey Texas Roadhouse!"


"So, just so you know, I have a name."

Oh shit. He spoke to me. "Um...I don't care. You're Texas Roadhouse to me." WHAT??!! Who says that?!?

"Well...my name's Elisha."

"I don't care. Bring me a cheeseburger next time you come in here." Are you serious, Rachel?! Shut the hell up!

"I'm a server, not a cook."

"I don't care!"


He was gone. I was burning up from embarrassment...Natasha looked at me, smirked, then busted out into laughter. "Girl..." she sighed. "What was that?"

"He's so cute."


That was June 6th, 2014.

The next day, I made a comment about how I waited all night to scream Texas Roadhouse across the store, followed up by an even more awkward comment about a dream I'd had about him...which I'm certain was a lie.

I rushed to the register to pay for his drink before he could swipe his card. He fussed. We parted ways.

I rode my bike home that night talking to the Universe. I told Her I didn't understand what She was doing, but I was going to let it happen.


June 8th, 2014

"I need a pack of Newports."

"You need? Or you want."

"Well..." he looked down and sulked, while paying for his smokes. "See ya later."

"Okay great!" I said, sarcastically, because that's my default voice.


Ten minutes later, I peeped outside. It was about 10:30 at night. I saw a tiny Chevy Aveo pull up to the gas pump...Never before has a car made my heart beat so fast.

"I need ten on thirteen."

"K," I mumbled...waiting for something else to happen.

A matter of minutes went by, and I pretended like I was working...until he came back inside.

"So, I never do this...but here." He slipped a piece of paper to me, and I shouted awkwardly, "God dammit! I'm too shy for this shit!"


June 9th, 2014.

Cheeseburgers. Beachside pizza. A Thousand Ways to Die in the West at Cinema16. People watching at Wal-Mart. Moonlit walks on the sand.


July 9th, 2014.

"Do you even know what kind of toothpaste he uses?" asked the Clerk of Courts as she notarized our marriage certificate.


June 21st, 2015.

Our little ewok is born six weeks early...on Father's Day.


September 22nd, 2019.

Still telling the story of how I married a man I met thirty days prior to marrying him.
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