In July 2014, my grandfather fell down the concrete porch steps at home.  He injured his arm pretty badly and needed specialty bandages to cover the wounds.  I was sent up to Binson's armed with a prescription to get the bandages he needed.  When I walked in the door, I was a bit confused about where to go as there was no one standing at the front counter (and I failed to see the paper numbers I was supposed to grab).  I walked to the back of the store and a woman (who I later came to know as Sarah) asked if she could help me.  I explained why I was there and a man (who I later came to know as Adam) piped up and said he'd help me.

I sat down at his desk, explained what I needed, and handed him the prescription.  He looked at it and said, "There's no diagnosis code."  And turned to work on his computer.  I was confused as to what exactly that meant, so I said, "Does that mean I need to call the doctor?"  He said yes, so I called the doctor right there.

I ended up being at Binson's for well over two hours with multiple prescription issues and documents needing to be filled out and signed by the doctor.  While we waited for things, Adam and I chit-chatted.  The longer we talked the more I realized he seemed to be interested in me.  Eventually, he asked for my number.  I looked right at him and said, "I am going through a divorce and I have a 2 year old."  He didn't even bat an eye.  He just said ok.  I was kind of shocked since divorce/kid combo is usually the kiss of death for any further conversation.  And, for the very first time in my life, I gave my number to a complete stranger.

He took me on a date two days later (an awesome date by the way) and the rest is, as they say, history.