To this day, I am still not sure what it was about Chip Gaines that made me give him a second chance--because, basically, our first date was over before it even started.
I was working at my father's Firestone automotive shop the day we first met. I'd worked as my dad's office manager through my years at Baylor University and was perfectly happy working there afterward while I tried to figure out what I really wanted to do with my life. The smell of tires, metal, and grease--that place was like a second home to me, and the guys in the shop were all like my big brothers.
On this particular afternoon, they all started teasing me. "You should go out to the lobby, Jo. There's a hot guy out there. Go talk to him!" they said.
"No," I said. "Stop it! I'm not doing that."
I was all of twenty-three, and I wasn't exactly outgoing.
She was a bit awkward--no doubt about that.
I hadn't dated all that much, and I'd never had a serious relationship--nothing that lasted longer than a month or two. I'd always been an introvert and still am {believe it or not}. I was also very picky, and I just wasn't the type of girl who struck up conversations with guys I didn't know. I was honestly comfortable being single; I didn't think that much of it.
"Who is this guy, anyway?" I asked, since they all seemed to know him for some reason.
"Oh, they call him Hot John," someone said, laughing.
Hot John? There was no I was going out in that lobby to strike up a conversation with some guy called Hot John. But the guys wouldn't let up, so I finally said, "Fine."
I gathered up a few things from my desk {in case I needed a backup plan} and rounded the corner into the lobby. I quickly realized that Hot John pretty good-looking. He'd obviously just finished a workout--he was dressed head-to-toe in cycling gear and was just standing there, innocently waiting on someone from the back. I tried to think about what I might say to strike up a conversation when I got close enough and quickly settled on the obvious topic: cycling. But just as that thought raced through my head, he looked up from his magazine and smiled right at me.
, I thought. I completely lost my nerve. I kept on walking right past him and out the lobby's front door.
When I reached the safety of my dad's outdoor waiting area, I realized just how bad I'd needed the fresh air. I sat on a chair a few down from another customer and immediately started laughing at myself.
I was working at my father's Firestone automotive shop the day we first met. I'd worked as my dad's office manager through my years at Baylor University and was perfectly happy working there afterward while I tried to figure out what I really wanted to do with my life. The smell of tires, metal, and grease--that place was like a second home to me, and the guys in the shop were all like my big brothers.
On this particular afternoon, they all started teasing me. "You should go out to the lobby, Jo. There's a hot guy out there. Go talk to him!" they said.
"No," I said. "Stop it! I'm not doing that."
I was all of twenty-three, and I wasn't exactly outgoing.
She was a bit awkward--no doubt about that.
I hadn't dated all that much, and I'd never had a serious relationship--nothing that lasted longer than a month or two. I'd always been an introvert and still am {believe it or not}. I was also very picky, and I just wasn't the type of girl who struck up conversations with guys I didn't know. I was honestly comfortable being single; I didn't think that much of it.
"Who is this guy, anyway?" I asked, since they all seemed to know him for some reason.
"Oh, they call him Hot John," someone said, laughing.
Hot John? There was no I was going out in that lobby to strike up a conversation with some guy called Hot John. But the guys wouldn't let up, so I finally said, "Fine."
I gathered up a few things from my desk {in case I needed a backup plan} and rounded the corner into the lobby. I quickly realized that Hot John pretty good-looking. He'd obviously just finished a workout--he was dressed head-to-toe in cycling gear and was just standing there, innocently waiting on someone from the back. I tried to think about what I might say to strike up a conversation when I got close enough and quickly settled on the obvious topic: cycling. But just as that thought raced through my head, he looked up from his magazine and smiled right at me.
, I thought. I completely lost my nerve. I kept on walking right past him and out the lobby's front door.
When I reached the safety of my dad's outdoor waiting area, I realized just how bad I'd needed the fresh air. I sat on a chair a few down from another customer and immediately started laughing at myself.
( Joanna Gaines )
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