I wanted to share a good story … the story of how I meet the love of my life. It’s pretty long so be patient.
I first met my wife Memorial Day weekend 1981. I was 26 and a friend and I were at a local dance hall, when I saw her across the room sitting with a girl friend. They would dance with a few guys but reject offers from most. I pointed out this gorgeous woman to my friend. We both taken, but neither of us had yet had enough liquid courage to make a move. By the time I did decide to approach her she had left. That was around midnight.
As fate would have it, my friend and I stopped to have breakfast at a pancake restaurant. Guess who was walking in as we were walking out. She blew me a flirtatious kiss as we past, and I said something about not doing that to a lonely guy. My friend and I continued out to our cars, where he threatened if I didn’t go back in the restaurant and talk to her that he would. So I mustarded up the courage and went back in.
I walked up to the table introduced myself, told them how I had seen them at the dance hall, and asked if I could sit down. Her friend said I’m married but she’s not and slides over so I could sit down. After a few minutes of conversation amongst the three of us, my wife-to-be says to me that I only like her for her big blue eyes. That really threw me. You see her eyes are green. When I said so, she sarcastically said that I hadn’t even noticed what color blouse she was wearing. Funny, but I really hadn’t paid that much attention to her awesome figure. I was too busy looking at her face. I guess sometimes your damned if you do and damned if you don’t.
After about a half an hour or so, she got up to leave and I asked for her number. She said she didn’t give it out, so I said I’d give her mine. The only thing I had to write on was a business card, which she took, but said she likely loose it.
Next morning, while having lunch with my folks, I said I’ve met the woman I’m going to marry. They asked about her. I said I only knew her first name, she and her girl friend worked on children’s floor at one of the dozen or so hospitals in town, and I didn’t have her phone number. Does sound too promising them said.
I spent the next week calling all three working shifts of every hospital in town, asking for her of her girl friend. Finally, I found someone who knew her girl friend, but that she worked next day on graveyard. So the next day I called her girl friend reintroduced myself, told her I understood she would not want to give me my wife-to-be’s phone number, but would she take my number and ask her to take a chance and call me. Three days latter she calls me. We talk for maybe an hour then agrees to meet at a dance hall the following evening.
We talked and dance a little all night and at one point she laid her hand on my forearm. It felt so nature there. Later in the parking lot, as we said our goodnights, I leaned into her car window for a goodnight kiss. Wow! I told her that was so good I was going to need another one. The second more incredible than the first. We dated, engaged, and were married in August of the following year.
Just a little more…
A few months after we started dating I took her to meet my grandparents. When she went to introduce herself to my grandmother, my grandmother said she already knew who she was, you see she had been praying for her to come into my life. You so, I had admitted sowed my wold oats in my twenties, and my grandmother wasn’t too happy about that.
But to my credit in all those short-term relationships I never once told a woman I loved her. Never once used those words to gain access to her bedroom. If fact my wife-to-be was about to break up with me, when I blurred out I LOVE YOU. She looked at me and said what did you just say. I said it again. Sacred me!
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Anyway, I hope some enjoyed this little story. Its good to remeber the good times, when things look darkest.
StillMe
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