It's been twenty-five years since I met my husband, but I still remember the first moment I laid eyes on him........
I'd just started a new job working at an auto-detail shop, when I looked up to see this tall, dark and handsome man, who was wearing a muscle shirt and buffing a car top. My tongue must have been hanging out, because my boss, Marv, immediately chuckled and said, "Oh, yes, that's Bill.......all the girls fall in love the instant they get a look at him!"
Well, I didn't know about 'all the girls', but I certainly had a few ideas of my own, and of course Marv introduced us right away. It also happened that Bill had the most beautiful brown eyes I'd ever seen, and I fell into them instantly. But no sooner were the 'how-do-you-dos" said than my hopes were dashed: "Oh, by the way," Bill said, "I'm engaged."
I could have kicked myself for being so obvious!! Here was this great-looking guy, and I must've looked like an alligator closing in for the kill as I assessed him from head to toe. But even at the tender age of 21, I still had some morals, and leaving engaged men alone was among the tenets I lived by.
Funny thing was, he didn't leave me
alone. First we started out just chatting every so often, then he'd buy me coffee or lunch from the 'roach coach' and sit with me during breaks, and then finally one day I came in to work only to be literally swept off my feet and bear-hugged right in the middle of the shop!! When I'd recovered a bit, I just had to know: "What happened? You told me you were engaged."
"It's over," he announced, and hugged me again. "Want to go out with me?"
Well, one thing led to another, and within three weeks of that first date, we were engaged......and within three months more, we were married. It was a whirlwind courtship that no one who knew either of us believed would last, but here we are, a quarter of a century later........and the rest, as they say, is history.