How We Met

Her Story: 

How did we meet?  At work.  How common.

EXCEPT there IS a story.  You see, Onnie and I both were employed by Portland State University just months apart.  Onnie ended up becoming part of the Tech Support Team for the department that I was working in (one of many on his roster).  I was there for four years and I don't remember him ever coming up to service our group's machines -- he sent his student workers instead, which was de rigueur.  You may say that four years is a long time, but to be fair Onnie was married at the time and, well, I was just learning about Portland, enjoying my new home in the Northwest, and curious if the right man was to materialize.  I was also waiting for the right job to materialize.  When I eventually found a new group, it was, lo and behold, in the same basement hallway as my previous Tech Team.  Imagine!  Well, since I knew one of the students, Andrew (the rest had recently graduated or flown the coop), I was introduced to Onnie at Andrew's graduation/going-away dinner.  After that we politely waved in the hall.  Nearly a year later I started to lunch in the hall (because the cafeteria was just too crowded by then), and we started to chat more in the hall.  And laugh in the hall.  And he seemed to take breaks at the same time (funny how I would run into him outside and going in the same direction).  And the rest .... is a sweet up-and-down crazy private story that you aren't privy to.  Needless to say, the basement is no longer a dingy dark subterranean enclave.  It's our little place now; he's nearby and I love it.  (Until departments or jobs change, that is, but he's there for me to go home to and that means everything.)

There's also a bit about a hare and a mythical sea creature, but it's shrouded in tidal mist and can't be translated into any written language.