I'm just going to start off with, Ben and I have known eachother for what feels like a lifetime. I was 17 years old when I met this guy. I know we're not pushing 30 but to me, that feels like so long ago. We met at McDonalds(of all places). We both worked there, so thank god I could score a job or else you wouldn't be reading this! If you really knew Ben, you would know that I was the "new blonde chick" at work, and Ben was determined to get my number. Ben was exceptionally thirsty this day, because he made his way into presenting about 10 times for some "water". After I finally asked what was up, he burst out enough courage to talk to me. Ben had this hunk of junk truck that he was extremely proud of(as he should of been), and the rest is really history. We don't have an extremely elaborate tale of how we met, we just hit it off... All because of McDonalds, his truck, and a gas station.