I used to work for a medical device company. We worked closely with a chain of local clinics, early users of our products. One of the therapists there was having trouble with a dosimetry system, and she would call me up for help. "That box is broken again", she would say. She always called the system "that box". Usually it was just a user error, but on one occasion there was a genuine hardware problem, so I drove down to the clinic to fix it.

When I walked into the clinic with my armful of equipment, there was a tall beautiful redhead working at the front desk. She looked at me, and seeing that I did not look much like a cancer patient, she asked, "Who are you?"

"I'm here to fix your box", I said.

She smiled at me, glanced down, and said, "I'm pretty sure that mine is working fine."

She guided me to the back where the therapist was messing around with the dosimetry system. Over the next hour, while I fixed the system, the attractive redhead from the front desk kept sneaking back to talk and flirt with me. As I was finishing up, I tried to think of a good way to ask her out. She walked up to me, shoved a piece of paper in my hand, and cutely ran away. On the paper was written her phone number and 'You better call me'.

I wish I had advice to give. Meeting Kim was pure luck for me.