A few months ago, I had sold a corset to a woman whose confidence I had boosted enough that she started dating and eventually married the man she was interested in. I was very happy to have helped her, but I didn’t feel like I knew her well enough to attend her wedding, even though she hand-delivered an invitation.
I was not expecting to ever see her again, so let me tell you how surprised I was when she walked into the store a few months later, with a guy in tow.
“Hello,” she said. “I’m so glad you’re here!”
“You are?” I said, not recognizing her at first.
“Yes! This is my husband, Mario.”
I vaguely remembered that from the wedding invitation. “Hello,” I said, trying to remember her name.
“Hi,” he said, and he stepped up and shook my hand. “Krissy and I just wanted to come tell you how much we appreciated your help that day in the store. Her confidence went through the roof after that. It makes me so happy to know that you played a part in our romance.”
“Oh,” I said, “glad I could help.” I wished that I could have the same effect on my own life.
“And we wanted to give you this,” Krissy said and handed me a small envelope.
I opened it and saw that it was a thank you note. “Oh, this wasn’t necessary, Krissy,” I said, waving my hand as though I could wave away the gesture. I was so glad Mario had used her name, too.
“Of course it was!” Krissy said. “I didn’t have your address, after all.”
I shrugged. “Is that all you came down here for?”
“Well, no, not entirely,” she said with a slight blush. “Mario really liked seeing me in the corset, but we wanted to see if you could help us pick out something a little more intimate.”
“Of course,” I said. “Right this way.”
I led them over to the lingerie area and helped them pick out an outfit. When they were happy with their choice, I thought we were done and were ready to go check out, but then Mario said, “One more thing.”
He had been carrying a small backpack on his back that I hadn’t paid much attention to since we had been together the whole time. He pulled out the corset I had sold to Krissy all those months ago.
“Can you teach me how to put this on her. I’m afraid the laces have stretched out, and I don’t know what I’m doing to lace it up right.”
“Of course!” I said, and I helped them out in the back. When we were done, Krissy hugged me and thanked me again. She promised she would be back in the store for more outfits.
Such a sweet couple. I watched them go with a mixture of pride and remorse for the lack of that in my life. But I knew that love wasn’t for everyone, and it certainly didn’t seem to be for me.
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