I'm Glad I Jumped

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!