Tom

On Friday, C. and I went to the Olive Garden for dinner.  It's one of those places where you'd never believe that the economy was bad because it's always busy, and there's always a wait.  When we arrived, the manager told us to expect a fifty minute wait.  We went ahead and put a name down and accepted a pager, but we were having the "do we stay or go" conversation, anyway.

A man heard us talking, and handed us his pager.  I don't know if he'd decided he was done waiting or if he had an emergency at home or if his date stood him up, but he told us that his pager only had about ten minutes left on it.  So, C. took it, and we went and sat down on a bench, and ten minutes later, the second pager went off.

We took it to the hostess, and she looked at C. and said, "Tom?"  And he said "yes."

And that is just one of the many reasons why I love this man.

Love, Rachel

P.S.  I was teasing C. in the parking lot that I was going to start calling him "Tom."  I happen to know that it's a very good name. :)