My first date with my now-husband was April 18th, 1987. It was a blind date that I was set-up by my supervisor, his father. LOL He asked if I was dating anyone. Very un-PC, I know, but hey, it was the ’80s. He asked if I would go on a date if his son asked me. I hadn’t had a date in 19 months, so I said, “Sure.” I figured, why not, free meal. 🙂
I totally did not connect my supervisor’s name with his son’s who is a II. He came into the office to ask me out (walked in wearing his State Police uniform) Swoon-worthy, I guarantee it. And I realized I knew him already. I’ve known him since the 7th grade and junior high. Let me tell you, he did not look like that in high school! Yum!!
We started dating in April, he asked me to marry him that Christmas, and we were married the following June.
I came to our relationship from a terrible previous one. A man who didn’t marry me even though I gave birth to our child. (The ’80s, remember? We still did that back then.) So I knew the next man would marry me to keep me. He would be kind. He would be reliable. And he would be dependable. Sometimes I joke with my husband that I married him because he was reliable, dependable, and stable. Well that, and the sex, of course. LOL
This will be our 25th Valentines Day together. We are long past the flowers and candy stage, sometimes we remember a card and sometimes we don’t, but a day doesn’t go by that we don’t kiss, say I love you, and snuggle at night.