Told from Jose's point of view:

On a hot summer day in Scottsdale, Phoenix-I am working as usual and happen to look up at the cars pulling in and notice a white car pull up and out gets a tall blonde with short jean shorts on and a white shirt, my eyes quickly went to the blonde hair. I called my service advisor and asked to have that car (to fix). Customer was complaining of a noise in the engine and needing an oil change. So I looked over the car and recommended the services it needed.

Moments later I get a call from my service advisor (the guy that sells the services to customers-thanks Justin), the customer wants to speak to the mechanic. Here comes Miss Kristin Goodwin, with her coffee in hand, “what does my car need”?

I introduced myself to her and told her what her car needed done.

And she very confidently states "show me what I NEED to get done, and why I need to get them done"

I instantly thought 'well this is going to be a pain in the butt'-so I went through the list: fuel system, cabin filter, oil filter, brakes, transmission service-she made me show her all the filters and the brakes. In the end she agreed to brakes, filters, and an oil change.

Her order number was: 661017108-which I still (almost always) remember to this day.

After the repairs were done, I had to get to know this girl more, so I decided to go on a test drive with her. I drove.

I attempted to get to know her. After the test drive, she leaves, and I never got her number. All I knew was her name and that she lived in some town named “Mechanicsville, Virginia” which I immediately thought was made up, but after googling, found it's real. And I thought what are the odds that a town like that exists, like this was meant to be. So, I went to the database to get her number-which ALSO looked fake. And I figured why not, if this is fake, I at least tried. After work, I called her as a “courtesy call” and check in on her car.

She answers “you just did my brakes and my oil change.” -sarcastically

'Well I just wanted to get to know you better'

She answers, sarcastic again, “I figured”.

Conversation goes well, almost 35 mins worth for my drive home to work. And I asked her out. Which she declined.

And she continued to decline and ignore my messages. After 2 and half weeks she called me up (hungover) and asked about any recommendations for Mexican food. She told me she lived in a part of town I’ve never heard of and told her to meet me at a hole in the wall. When I arrive-via my motorcycle (negative points toward me, she hated that motorcycle). But surprisingly things start well, we share about each other’s families, we just have good conversation and she was easier to talk to as a person than as a customer. And that’s how it began…a lucky day at work and taking a chance on a girl and not giving up.

Told from Kristin's point of view:

Well what he doesn't know is I saw him first. Although I hate to admit I was in some fairytale and that it was romantic or anything, but I did see him first. He drove past in his truck-he must have gone to get breakfast and come back-and that's how he would have seen me or even looked up at the service advisors area. I noticed his annoyingly, yet comfortable smile-maybe even laugh as he drove by. His big Italian nose and his darker features were appealing, and that ended there. Until.... the service advisor prompted me to him several minutes later, the familiar face was going to fix my car. Which he did. Then I found it strange I had to go on a test drive for brakes, and I didn't drive? Just odd, I then assumed he was hitting on me. But unlike any other guy, he was nice-he asked real questions. He never said anything inappropriate or even ask for my number, he made me feel comfortable. After his phone call later that evening it became clear his motives were to get to know me better and at the time, I thought-well "I DON'T date mechanics, sooo NOPE", but he was patient and he was caring-and he didn't give up. So a few weeks later I agreed to a lunch. And that was kind of it, it started really slow, until I met Maverick, his dog. My first thought was what? Your dog is a "rat?", like a small yuppy thing? And I am not ready to be a step mom! But soon I found myself pretty attached to that yuppy dog, and his owner. And here we are, planning a life together, so I guess I do date mechanics-and let me tell you they are HANDY, and this one is a bonus cook, so I encourage all those girls out there to ditch the doctors and lawyers that are too busy and get yourself a mechanic!