Thursday, August 14, 2008

10 YEARS! Wedded Bliss. . .

It's hard to believe that 10 years ago TODAY at this time I was getting my hair & make up done for one of the biggest days of my life. I have pictures to prove it. . .but they're not of the digital era yet. .. so I'll try to track down a picture of me & my honey from now. .. which is not likely because one of us is usually taking the pictures. . .

Anyway. . . Here's our story:
Scott & I were set up on a blind date by a mutual friend. I had just sworn off men for the 50th time (which isn't all THAT impressive except for the fact that I was 21 years old). I was going to just date, just play the field so to speak. Like my Mother said, "You're not married. Why date just one person???" (Shocking, I know!) So Scott shows up to pick me up for our first date. He's nice looking - not as tall as my usual dates - but dark hair, nice deep brown eyes & a small to medium build. As we're walking out the front door to his car he says, & I quote, "Just so you know, I'm not one of those 'big truck' kind of guys." Where did this come from??? I wondered. He opens the door to his red Ford Taurus for me - score one point for the boy!

We went out to the Olive Garden. Conversation was easy. We joked around. He used a coupon! How funny is THAT? We were both in college so hey, a frugal guy. . . not a bad thing. (Funny how he doesn't bother with coupons now which would be totally impressive.) He goes to the bathroom a couple of times. . . I'm thinking, Hmmm. . .is he going to abandon me here??? I've never dated a guy who uses the bathroom more than I do. After dinner we go to a park to walk around. This is nice. I'm thinking, "Wow! He isn't looking to shut me up. He's looking to actually talk more." We hold hands a little bit. . .this is nice. He tells me jokes, we swing on the swings, walk near the river (he didn't push me in. . . good sign). Of course, he'd tell you he told me dirty jokes. . .but I don't think they were dirty. Funny. . . but not dirty.

He brings me back to my duplex & we talk for a while & then he leaves. . . . but he doesn't even TRY to KISS me! This is weird. I had this rule that I don't kiss on the first date. . . but he didn't even TRY!!! What's up with that??? I'm thinking, "CRAP! He doesn't like me. I must not be attractive to him. Man! I really like this guy. . . what did I do wrong?" You know, all the usual crap that floats through a girl's brain after a really awesome date. But then I remember, "Oh, that's right! I have a date with so in so tomorrow night anyway. . . what do I care?" But I cared. . . because so in so was a sleeze ball.

Well, sleeze ball boy stood me up the next night. Figures! So I figure, hmmm. . . why don't I give Scott a call to see what he's up to??? Is that too forward? Is he going to think I'm desperate? Oh, yeah, that's right. . .what do I care??? He's just a guy, right? So I call & he's not home. But he gets the message that I called & he calls me back! YAY! He's out & about with his friend. . . . but he comes over later & we talk for hours. . . . & then, here's the good part, when I go to walk him out. . . . after what seems like hours of 'good-bye, see you again' - he kind of almost asks for permission to give me a kiss! AND WOW! So maybe this playing the field thing isn't going to last long. . . this guy is really nice, really great looking & kisses so sweetly. Plus, he has manners. .. . .oh, and by the way, my friend who set us up. . .she told him about my no kissing on the first date rule. . . . but that's OK. He still didn't try so he gets a point for respecting me.

That's how it all began. Within a year we were engaged & we were married the year after that. Scott is the LOVE of my LIFE! He's my best friend. He's the one who can get under my skin the most. But he is the only one that I want to spend the rest of my life with. I know, mushy gushy. . .but it's true. He's stuck with me!

I guess I'll have to take a picture of a picture for our wedding shot & I'll have someone take a picture of us tonight. . . . we're going to dinner.

1 comment:

Lola said...

Hello!! That is just about the same as my story of meeting my husband...except we ate at TGIFridays!! and he didn't kiss me until the 3rd date!