Camille & Eddy
I don't know if this means we are a 21st Century couple. First of all, what we do for a living: I started an internet security company with two of my best friends right after high school (didn't go to college, I was too busy making money) and Camille does marketing for an on-line music provider.
And second of all, how we met:
I'm at the Starbucks near the canal, just around the corner from my office. I often take my laptop down there and sit on the sofa when I have a lot of reading to do. So, I'm sitting on the sofa and I felt this kind of tingling sensation in my butt. I'm thinking, that's odd. I thought maybe I had imagined it or something. But then a couple of minutes later I feel it again. So this time I stand up and feel around in the cushions on the sofa, and sure enough I find a cell phone vibrating.
So I answer it. And it's this woman in a panic. She's like, "Thank God you answered. Where are you?". Not, "Thankyou for finding my cell phone" or even "My name is Camille, what's yours". So I tell her I'm at Starbucks and that I will be there for another hour at least if she wants to come by and pick up her phone. So we hang up.
I keep reading, and the phone rings once or twice. Of course I answer. I chat with her mom, take some messages, ask her friends if she loses her phone often. I find out she doesn't have a boyfriend. It's good for a few laughs. But after an hour and a half I'm starting to wonder where this woman is. I want to get back to the office. I thought about leaving the phone with the Starbuck kid, but then I was kind of curious to meet her myself. So I head back to the office with the phone.
I get about three blocks away, when the phone rings again. It's her. She had gotten into an accident with a Taxi, nothing serious, but her voice was a little shakey. She was about four blocks away so I go over. When I get there she's leaning against her car crying (I'm such a sucker for a girl who is crying). The cab driver is sort of yelling at her. I tell him it was his fault (turns out I was right) and that he should get back in his car.
I don't beleive in accidents. I mean, everything happens for a reason. Even car accidents and lost phones. Camille and I were meant to be. And she deserves a wedding in Hawaii
I don't know if this means we are a 21st Century couple. First of all, what we do for a living: I started an internet security company with two of my best friends right after high school (didn't go to college, I was too busy making money) and Camille does marketing for an on-line music provider.And second of all, how we met:
I'm at the Starbucks near the canal, just around the corner from my office. I often take my laptop down there and sit on the sofa when I have a lot of reading to do. So, I'm sitting on the sofa and I felt this kind of tingling sensation in my butt. I'm thinking, that's odd. I thought maybe I had imagined it or something. But then a couple of minutes later I feel it again. So this time I stand up and feel around in the cushions on the sofa, and sure enough I find a cell phone vibrating.
So I answer it. And it's this woman in a panic. She's like, "Thank God you answered. Where are you?". Not, "Thankyou for finding my cell phone" or even "My name is Camille, what's yours". So I tell her I'm at Starbucks and that I will be there for another hour at least if she wants to come by and pick up her phone. So we hang up.
I keep reading, and the phone rings once or twice. Of course I answer. I chat with her mom, take some messages, ask her friends if she loses her phone often. I find out she doesn't have a boyfriend. It's good for a few laughs. But after an hour and a half I'm starting to wonder where this woman is. I want to get back to the office. I thought about leaving the phone with the Starbuck kid, but then I was kind of curious to meet her myself. So I head back to the office with the phone.
I get about three blocks away, when the phone rings again. It's her. She had gotten into an accident with a Taxi, nothing serious, but her voice was a little shakey. She was about four blocks away so I go over. When I get there she's leaning against her car crying (I'm such a sucker for a girl who is crying). The cab driver is sort of yelling at her. I tell him it was his fault (turns out I was right) and that he should get back in his car.
I don't beleive in accidents. I mean, everything happens for a reason. Even car accidents and lost phones. Camille and I were meant to be. And she deserves a wedding in Hawaii
