The Next Week...

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!&rdquoWinking

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