After several dates that turned out to be less than mediocre, I had decided the night before that I was finished dating until I graduated from college. Focusing on school and work seemed to be the most reasonable thing to do considering the state of my ever declining grades. Confident in my decision, I proceeded up the Mall’s escalators towards Radio Shack where I would begin my eight hour shift as a sales associate. After arriving on the top floor of the mall, I began to walk past the Fredericks of Hollywood store, and, like I had every time I walked past that store, I glanced in to see if the hot red headed girl was working that day.
A few weeks prior to that day, I had been walking past the Fredericks of Hollywood store on my way to the food court. I happened to notice a red headed girl in the store holding a long handled duster as she dusted the merchandise. Who knew, even women’s, um, under garments collected dust. Partially amazed that such a job even needed to be done and partially amazed at how stunning the red head looked, I said the first thing that came to my mind, “is there even anything in there to dust?” The red headed girl immediately stopped what she was doing and scowled at me. She said, “I’ll dust you.” Not entirely sure if I had offended the girl that day or if my weird form of charm would lead to anything in the future, I had not spoken to her since (although that girl will now tell you that I stared at her every day as I walked by, but how could I not stare?).
I arrived at work and proceeded to sell the things that Radio Shack Sales Associates sold. About halfway through my work day, my co-worker told me that someone was on the phone for me. I answered the phone and said, “Thank you for calling Radio Shack, this is Cody, how may I help you.” The person on the other end of the phone line said, “Hi, this is the girl at Fredericks of Hollywood, do you want to go on a date sometime?” I paused, and as I seem to have a habit of doing, I said one of the dumbest things I could have possibly said. I said, “Which one are you?” She said with a second guessing tone, “Uh, the one with red hair.”
I went on a few dates with that red headed girl and, even though we had almost nothing in common, including the fact that this girl never wanted to have children, I ended up engaged to her a few weeks later. We were married six months after that and we had our first daughter four years later and a second daughter six years after that. The red headed girl is Casey Mullins and many of you may know her as Mooshinindy. Around our house, Casey is known as, “mom, momma, MOM, Moooooooom, mom mom mom mom mom, Red, Bethred, Casey Beth, babycakes, Guadalajara, Lady and paco cheese face. While our marriage has not always been peaches and roses, we love being married and we love spending time with each other and our two daughters. Although Casey did not initially want anything to do with children when we first got married, she has been an excellent mother and example for our children.
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