The other day I was talking with a friend who married a guy I knew from HS. She’d been reading my books and asked why I wrote about Troopers. I didn’t know her in HS. She was a grade behind me. I knew of her, but not sure we ever spent any time together. The guy she married was a friend of mine. Nice guy. They have been together since like right out of HS. She and I chatted for a while and we’re both so lucky to have great hubbies.
Somehow we got on the topic of first dates. I laughed and told her my first with my husband was the WORST date I’d ever been on. She came back with “couldn’t have been that bad.” Then I told her the story and she said, something to the effect of “well, that was bad.” What’s really funny to me was I got home that night and swore I’d never go out with him again…but I went out with him the very next night. Something about it him. Of course, I knew I had a keeper when he bought me a washer and dryer in our first apartment because all I did was bitch about going to the laundry mat. It was our first anniversary present. I thought it was sweet.
So, want the story?
It’s Valentine’s Day 1985. I’d been friends with this guy for like six months. We hung out with same group of friends. He chased me for 3 weeks when I finally said, whatever. He picked me up in his 1966 Buick Special that wasn’t special. It looked like someone took a sledge hammer to it. He pulls up into Oak Hill Country Club and says to the Valle “park this a good spot because last time I was here all this shit happened to it.” Line from Beverly Hills. I was mortified. Then we decided to go to a movie, that he picked…wait for it…he took me to see THE KILLING FIELDS on Valentine’s Date for a first date? Yes. I married this man.
I’m so glad he stopped wearing that hat and that shirt!
So, the date pretty much sucked, but the interesting thing was he was just so sweet in his weird way. Nothing has changed there. Nothing. We’ve been together for nearly 32 years, 31 years living under the same roof and 28 years married. I think that’s something.
Feel free to share your dating stories…