Chip asked me about New York and what I wanted to do, and how long my dad had...

Chip asked me about New York and what I wanted to do, and how long my dad had owned the shop, and what it was I loved about Waco. He asked about my sisters and my family in general, and what I'd done at Baylor, and if I'd known a few communications majors he'd run around with at school. {I told y'all he was chatty!} Somehow none of these questions seemed intrusive or strange to me at the time, which is funny, because thinking back I find them particularly telling.
At the time, it was just like talking with an old friend.
John finally stood up, and this baseball-cap-wearing customer that John had introduced as Chip followed. "Well, nice talking to you," he said.
"Nice talking to you too," I replied, and that was it. I went back inside. The guys in the shop wanted to know what I thought about Hot John, and I just laughed. "Sorry, guys, I don't think it's gonna work out."
The next day I came back from my lunch break to find a note on my desk: "Chip Gaines called. Call him back." I thought, So I called him. I honestly thought he was going to ask me about getting a better price on his brakes or something, but instead he said, "Hey, I really enjoyed our conversation yesterday. I was wondering…you want to go out sometime?"
And for some reason I said okay--just like that, without any hesitation. It wasn't like me at all. When I hung up the phone, I went, "What in the world just happened!"
So you said okay immediately? I don't even remember that. That's fun! No reservations? Man, I must've been good-lookin'.
What Chip didn't know was I didn't even give myself time to have reservations. Something told me to just go for it.
Cute, Joey. This story makes me love you all over again.