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Location	United States
Introduction	Our story began in this little store called Target. Dwight was in charge of the back room and I was the assistant manager in jewelry. It all started when everyones' "favorite" manager, Shannon, said the sales floor crew needed to sort their go-backs in the backroom. So one evening, I stood in the backroom, sorting my go-backs and noticed a man moving my carts and juggling boxes as he tried to fit through the mess I had created. After apologizing profusely and reminding him that this was not my idea (of course), he introduced himself as Dwight. We talked for the rest of the evening (mostly about cars). I made up stories and spouted out facts or what I thought were facts about cars. After this night, the conversation never stopped- This was the beginning of an interesting, but fun friendship! As time went on, our friendship grew stronger. Though I knew how Dwight felt, I was a big chicken. Until one evening at the park... while I crammed pieces of caramel in my mouth, I asked Dwight if he wanted to go on an official date. He accepted and the rest is history.

Location

United States

Introduction

Our story began in this little store called Target. Dwight was in charge of the back room and I was the assistant manager in jewelry. It all started when everyones' "favorite" manager, Shannon, said the sales floor crew needed to sort their go-backs in the backroom. So one evening, I stood in the backroom, sorting my go-backs and noticed a man moving my carts and juggling boxes as he tried to fit through the mess I had created. After apologizing profusely and reminding him that this was not my idea (of course), he introduced himself as Dwight. We talked for the rest of the evening (mostly about cars). I made up stories and spouted out facts or what I thought were facts about cars. After this night, the conversation never stopped- This was the beginning of an interesting, but fun friendship! As time went on, our friendship grew stronger. Though I knew how Dwight felt, I was a big chicken. Until one evening at the park... while I crammed pieces of caramel in my mouth, I asked Dwight if he wanted to go on an official date. He accepted and the rest is history.