I’ve always loved cupcakes, individual portions of delicious cake and topped off with delightful frosting and sprinkles. I mean, really, how can someone NOT like cupcakes? (I actually know someone who doesn’t. It totally baffles me.)
Working in a call center allowed me an opportunity to feed the masses with the small yummy baked goods. I made cupcakes shortly after the wedding, brought them into work and somehow Frack’s now brother-in-law, Mr. PB, got his paws on one. He probably snagged one seeing Frack and I sat next to each other.
At some point, Mr. PB and I became friends on Facebook and started following each other on Twitter. Memory is sort of fuzzy but it happened. Anyways, neither here nor there but a couple of weeks after the wedding, Mr. PB tweeted at me:
My cupcakes bring all boys to the yard. I could teach you but I’d have to charge. // Source: Twitter/Photoshop
Shortly after that, I obliged and make some cupcakes. I even recall using Hannah Montana cupcake liners for the Funfetti treats. Being the nice person I am, I of course brought some to work for Mr. PB. He later texted me appreciation for the treats and that was that.
A couple of weeks go by and a tweet from Mr. PB caught my attention. Being the sports fan and trash talker that I am, I had to reply.
Honda uses these tweets as proof he called the relationship before anyone else. // Source: Twitter/Photoshop
Just a day after that Twitter exchange, Mr. PB and I had a convo via text that included him performing a Jedi mind trick on me and completely changing the tone of the conversation we were having. Out of the blue, Mr. PB referenced me being the kind of girl he would want to be in a relationship with. After my brain spazzing out for a few moments, I continued down the path he was going. (He later said that the comment was only a joke but deep down, we both know it was the truth.) Mr. PB and I continued to chat via text for quite a while that night and ended up with completely different perspectives of each other. Gone was my perception of him, that he was an immature jerk who was perpetually annoyed with me. He no longer saw me as some annoying girl who thought she knew more about sports than she does. We both opened our minds and eyes up to something we didn’t see before.
Our first date was in the first week of September, we started dating during the second week and just four days later, I took the plunge and told him I loved him. And the rest, they say, is history our story.
Did you find love in an unexpected place? Did your baking skills or social media play a role in getting a significant other’s attention?