I knew you were trouble when you walked in

Am I wrong when I say everyone remembers the first time they met their significant other? Robbie and I have two recollections of seeing each other.
Mine happened when I was working on the cash register and a fellow employee and friend of Robbie said that his friend was working here. There really never is enough drama at the health hut and so I peeked around the Aisle just as he walked toward the back. I'm sure everyone at this point thought i thought how cute he was, but I didn't. I was intimidated. I was the trainer for all new employees. For the most part I was never shy about meeting someone new. While I hadn't trained him (yet) he was working on a side project, I would in the future. At this point I felt an urgency to find a reason to talk to him. I felt like I needed to be in control. Like I needed to know where I stood with this person. As far as we knew at the time he wasn't going to be staying so I didn't have much time.
An interesting side note- i worked with grant a lot and he often told me stories about his friend rob out at school. The crazy stuff he was doing and all the trouble he was somehow avoiding. I didn't realize this person was one in the same until weeks later.

Robbie remembers meeting me a bit differently. I was coming in late for my shift as usual and particularly grumpy since I was dealing with the backlash of a miscarriage and a no good ex. I just wanted to chuck my stuff
In the fake cooler and punch in. There he was standing next to my dad (at this point I realized I would be training him soon so I felt no urge to communicate anymore. I was again in control) my dad said rob this is my daughter Ashley and I said hi and kept walking before he could give a reply. He said if he had not heard about me from others he would have assumed I was a b****.

We don't talk about these times as much as the first time we had a conversation. Here he was pricing the single cans of soda for the cooler and I was walking over there to put something away. Lets make things clear first that I am normally not this unfriendly, like I said it was a very bad month. More so for the guys who had to be in contact with me. I remember thinking the only reason he's doing that job is because he's new. No one else in his right mind would. I pityed him and that horrible job. Before I walked away he said "I like your hair" my reply..." I just rolled out of bed." That line? It was the complete truth, I had rolled out of bed and walked into work. At this point I had no idea if he was making fun of Me or being serious. I turned and walked away, probably with an unseen eye roll. Straight into the bathroom to attempt to fix my hair for a boy I didn't even know I liked yet.

Robbie still tells me he likes my hair to this day, and you know what? It usually is after I just roll out of bed :)

So what's your story?