I wasn't ready for it at all.
I didn't look for it to happen, I wasn't even trying.
She asked me if she could. I told her yes but there were conditions.
It had been at least 10 years since I'd done anything like it, but only 1 year had gone by where it was even allowed.
Weeks had gone by since I gave her permission. Then on a really crappy, rainy day it happened.
The guy "I just haaaaaaaad to meet" according to my hair stylist, finally dialed the only number I would allow her to give him. I can imagine he was mustering up some courage to call some chick who would only give out her work number.
And I don't know what happened because all of the sudden something weird was happening in my tummy. I mean, I hadn't even seen the guy! It was just so much fun to talk to him on the phone! He was so funny and intelligent, and polite and I began to look forward to his call every afternoon.
After three weeks, he still only had one number where he could reach me. I guess you could say we were PHONE DATING because we hadn't yet met face to face. We had gotten to know each other quite a bit over the telphone by then, and one Friday he asked me over to his house.
I was so nervous I couldn't even stand myself. I called my hair stylist up that day and told her it was the day I was finally going to meet him. She begged me to come to her salon so she could straighten my hair. I had NEVER had my hair straightened and I guess now is as good a time as ever. I was dressed casually in what I had worn to work. It would have to be ok becuase I didn't have time to go all the way home. I freshened up my make up at the salon and downed two glasses of wine. I don't think my nerves allowed the alcohol to affect me. Driving from the salon to his house felt like the longest 8 miles I had ever driven. It certainly took longer than it should have considering, just before I reached my destination, I stopped to vomit on the side of the road! I rinsed my mouth out with the hot Coke that had been in my cup holder all day in the sun and shoved a piece of gum in my mouth just before I pulled into his driveway.
I saw him standing in the door jam of his front door and I that is when I breathed out for the first time since I manuvered my car back onto the highway after throwing up. Everything was going to be ok, he was tall and handsome and still had hair. WHAT!? He was 6 years older than me and I just knew that I was headed to meet an older gentleman with grey hair or no hair at all! When I walked up the sidewalk, he rushed me inside the door and shut it quickly while saying; "hurry inside, I don't want any of my neighbors to see you!"
That was the first time I slapped him and after 8 years of togetherness, it certainly wasn't the last time I slapped my husband of 4 years today.
I really couldn't be the person I am today without him. He is the other half of me, the half that keeps me grounded and sane. He is my rock when I feel like a pebble. He is the smile, that keeps me smiling back and I love him more than he will ever know.
Happy Anniversary funny guy!