DH and I celebrated our 21st wedding anniversary last month. Not only was it our wedding anniversary but it was also the day before our anniversary of the day we met. 27 years ago. It’s crazy how fast time flies, isn’t it?
We met on September 19, 1986. I was a recent high school graduate and was attending a secretarial school. I had just started a new job at a major corporation. I also had a boyfriend of almost 2 years.
We met in a bar. In my hometown. About a 40 minute drive north of DH’s hometown. It’s kind of a long story but here it is in a nutshell: I was with a friend and her friend. You had to be 19 to enter. My friend’s friend and I were 19 but not my friend. So, because we were such terrific friends to our friend, we drove that bitch home because there may have been a boy inside that my friend’s friend was hoping to see. Someone she had met in the same place approximately 2 weeks prior. It was a long shot. But when you are 19 and boy crazy, it was a chance she was willing to take. And besides, little did I know but this was fate in the making. And you cannot mess with fate, man.
Not only was the boy there, but the boy had a friend. The one and only future DH. And he was gorgeous. I mean, drop dead. There I was, with my permed blonde hair, black pencil skirt, red peplum jacket, bobby socks and blood red pumps. And this gorgeous guy was trying to talk to me. I kind of blew him off because, well, certainly he was just being nice. After all, he was there because his friend asked him to go in hopes of running into the girl he met 2 weeks prior. Weird, right?
My friend’s friend and I found a table in the back and sat and drank. A couple of hours passed, and Mr. Gorgeous appeared before me asking if we could go outside to talk. So I went. We talked. Really, that’s all we did. I might murder The Kid if I knew she went to go talk to a complete stranger in a parking lot at midnight. I gave him my number. He said he would call.
He did call. The very next day. But I didn’t get the message. Because my brother forgot to tell me. He happened to remember when he overheard a conversation between my mom and me. I was expressing my disappointment that he didn’t call. Needless to say, he picked me up for our first date later that day. I was a nervous wreck. Wondering if I just had beer goggles on that Friday night. It was also dark. To my dismay he was beautiful even in the light. And that boyfriend of 2 years? He kinda got dumped. Poor guy.
The rest is history really. I’m not 98 pounds anymore. My hair is not permed. I have to color it now to get my natural color back. DH has less hair, but doesn’t weigh much more than that first night. Why is that? Oh, and whatever became of my friend’s friend and DH’s friend? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Like I said, don’t mess with fate, man.