The Next Week...
Thursday, February 19, 2009
| The
Internal Stuggle
As I wrote my last post (Pieces
of My Heart and Random Valentine's Day Thoughts) and remembered
that forgettable date with Return the Unlucky Necklace Guy, I
realized that his was the last date I'd had with anyone else before
I met the Big Kahuna. It was a week or two later that my
coworker in costume jewelry (and a total head case, I might add)
coerced me into tagging along on one of her dates. It's a
long story. But I met Husband there, and like George Costanza on
Seinfeld when he decided that his life was going nowhere and from
that moment on he'd do everything opposite, that's exactly what I
did...
I'll never forget, Husband was wearing
blue and tan saddle shoes (!) and a sportcoat -- a total preppie
and completely different from the wannabe punk rocker/Peter Pan I'd
been casually dating. He brought me flowers on our dates and
opened the car door for me (which he does to this day if I let
him). He was smart and handsome and could hold adult
conversations. He was unexpected, fell from the sky, and
we've been together ever since. (And that was a long time
ago, when the movie Startrek III: The Search For Spock was in
theaters. I know this because we saw it at the Cinerama Dome
in Hollywood. Kirk: “You're suffering from a Vulcan mind-meld,
doctor.” McCoy: “That green-blooded son of a
bitch!&rdquo
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