To me he will always be Elevator Man and I will always be Levi’s Girl to him

Friday’s phone conversation
EM: You wearing those jeans tonight?
LG: Mmmmmmmmmmmmm?
EM: The one’s you wore to the Astros game? When I saw you I was like, Damn she’s hot – oh that’s Jess.
Thanks.

It was a late Tuesday afternoon 2001 I was working at a Dot Com Technology Incubator and he for a mundane accounting firm. He worked in the building where our attorney officed. My mission that day was simple, to drop off a document for one of the many dot com companies to the attorney on the 16th floor then visit a client on the 9th floor. Mission accomplished. I stepped back on the elevator hit #9 the elevator stopped on the 14th floor. Frustrated I realized maybe I should have taken the stairs. He stepped in wearing a tailored GQ suite, I realized there was a damn hot reason I took the elevator. Neither of us recall exactly what was said other than I made a witty comment to which he replied with an equally witty comment – the elevator dinged. DING!
LG: Have a good afternoon
EM: You too.

Smiling at the innocent flirting I walked into the lobby and found the client waiting albeit patiently for me. As we began to discuss his concerns I barely noticed the DING of the elevator and glanced over my shoulder. EM stepped out turned on his heel and walked directly towards me.

EM: I’ll never forgive myself if I don’t do this. If you’d like to talk or catch a drink sometime, here’s my card.
Stunned I was.

3 days went by - I threw caution to the wind and emailed him. He now says that was a rookie mistake, to give a girl your card and not ask for her number. He’s right. That move rarely works in bars, but in an elevator.
Homina Homina Homina.

We dated for 3 months. He was patient with me as I had just been released from the grip of hell long term relationship. We’re still good friends and have evolved over the years finding our path. I’ve become more corporate than I care to admit while he found religion studying the bible and taking theology classes. One weekend a few months back he questioned what had changed between us. Nothing. He’s still as witty and charming just not the old EM I used to know. I ate those words last night as we danced. He’s still EM with a strong dose of God.
This morning’s text message
EM: Don’t worry you can not catch God from me

ACHOO! ACHOO!