Thread by @thedavisgirl

STORY TIME. FEEL FREE TO MUTE THIS THREAD

I started my first REAL job as a supermarket cashier at 15.

Eventually I see the dreamiest cart boy of all the cart boys. You guys he was dreamy. And I DO NOT USE THAT WORD. EVER.

But Cart Boy was DREAMY.

So I played it SUPER COOL

But this cart boy never seemed to really notice. So I really put my all into it. I would wave over the customers with the $500+ so I could request cart boy's assistance bagging

Cart boy and I have overlapping shifts on and off for the next two or three years. I made jokes. I talked at him. I asked him questions. Super cool.

But, when I'm a junior in high school, cart boy leaves for college.

Rude

A yearish later it's prom time at my All-Girls High School and I Needed™️ a date.

Since I was still unattached, I figured cart boy (WHO I HAD NOT SPOKEN TO OUTSIDE OF WORK OR SEEN AT ALL IN THE PAST YEAR) would be my date.

I didn't know his phone number so HELLO WHITE PAGES

Me: hey, cart boy it's Erica, from the supermarket over one year ago
CB: oh hey
Me: So I've got this prom thing and wanted to know if you'd like to go with me
CB: oh when is it
Me: oh uhm I don't know hang on [grabs planner, tells CB time, date place stuff]

CB: (continued) oh man I'm sorry - I've got family coming in from out of town
Me: cool cool cool cool cool cool cool cool cool cool cool cool
CB: But, hey! How have you been!?
Me: SUPER GREAT gotta go

---CALL TERMINATED--

And we didn't speak for seventeen years

SEVENTEEN

YEARS

LATER

I back in my home town for grad school and realize it's time for me to settle down and why not give cart boy from seventeen years ago One More Chance to Fall in Love With Me and Marry Me™️

Hello facebook.

But the friend request pends for months. MONTHS. AND MORE MONTHS

FINE, CART BOY YOU'VE HAD TWO CHANCES TO FALL IN LOVE ME AND I'M DONE

So I delete the request.

Three weeks later I tried one more time.

I sent cart boy a final friend request

Two minutes later cart boy accepted it

And seven years ago he married me

cart boy = @ovrwrk3d

The end

Some clarifications:
-before the supermarket job, I had barely discovered Nickelodeon, let alone crushes

-I was a NOT GOOD flirter. It just spewed out of me like stream of feral pixie nightmare girl thought

-No clue why I was so upset by his radio silence. I didn’t know him

But from minute 1 my gut connected with/to this human. It was reactionary. And I spent those seventeen years squashing my instinct down in so many ways and it Did Not Help

I freely admit to infatuation (oh seven hells thank the old gods and the new that he said no to prom with *me at that age* —I was a late bloomer—we never would have spoken again

(I think) My point here is

trust your gut reactions, but be patient-then take your shot. And there is no normal and 90s teen movie characters are hot garbage of role models who could be more honest and ok with rejection. Also find your true north and eat your greens

Two of my closest friends gave us the gift of decorations for after the ceremony ❤️ they drove it down from ny to sc and set it up without us knowing

❤️

About this: I'm allergic to A LOT and flowers smell like my grandfather's funeral so instead of bouquets TeamBride got paper flowers (made out of books I was done reading) and the boutonnières where pewter buttons representing how the wearer either met their spouse or us

*lapel pins, not buttons, evidently.

Also of note: cart boy's lapel pin was a top hat because the supermarket where we met is named TOPS and it seemed fitting

Correction: it was scrapbook paper—not book pages! I tried with book pages but they just weren’t sturdy

We like dessert BUT LOVE PIE. So our wedding cake *was* NINE FRESH PIES from @MBappleprod. My parents drive The Nine down in a cooler from NY to SC ❤️

WHERE MY SICILIAN FAMIGLIA AT

AJ is my bff since 7th grade. She’s a vet and the only soul I trust near my eyes

My beautiful cugina Jenny officiated ❤️

My mom insisted we have a reading so my niece and his nephew read the lyrics from WE ARE GOING TO BE FRIENDS by The White Stripes