It's 10:30pm. I'm on glass of wine #3, 1 cooking the steaks, 1 watching tv and 1 writing this blog. Today, happens to be my 2nd anniversary (wedding - if you didn't guess). So, as a mom I cooked the steaks on the grill. Made scallopped potatoes and ceasar salad.
My husband (god bless his soul) has been married many times...i'm number 4. He and his family have decided that I'm wife number 5 because he had a live in "nanny" that he slept with for 4 years. I"ll get to that shit later. He believes that he has a 5 year curse. I keep asking exactly when does the curse begin. Does it begin from the first email he sent me? Or the first (bad) blind date we went on? Or the actual date we got married ..... which is a whole story in it's self!
I believe for the sake of sanity we are starting from the first date (becuase there was a 2 month span between 1st email and blind date). Therefore, I'm at year number 4! This is the pivitol point - Will I make the grade..cut the cheese...or get the boot!?!?!
I continually state it was a blind date, but I must admit that we met via Match.com - the dating service. He sent me the most precious email that only a person who is bearing their soul would write. Basically, my husband, the fisherman loves to fish. In his email to me he writes me "I'm throwing my net onto the side where my guide (God) is telling me to and I ask myself, is she the one you want me to catch?"
Wouldn't it be nice to just go out on a deep see fishing trip, throw your net out and find your wife? Looking through all the women like we were makrel flopping about.... OOO...there's one....oooo...oh no that is a better one!
Back to our first date. It was not a 10 to say the least. Shown to the table, shake hands, then a hug, order drinks..... watching for the chips and queso....then BAM! He says "I am here because I want to get married! I don't want to waste time. I hate dating. What do you think?" Thank god the margarita's had already arrived!!! Well of course I want to get married. Single parenthood is shit work and even harder with out child support (both physcially and financially). WOW! now what was going to be our next conversation? I'm a Texan and I can talk to a tree! Therefore, I pulled something off that damn ol tree and the night proceeded.
Dinner is served, check is presented and now time for the "GRAND EXIT". He accompanies me to the the car, like a gentleman should do. Then way out of left feild the pop up ball comes flying down at me. Catches me with his hands on both sides of my face and plants the meanest, yuckiest, nastiest kiss every known to man kind. I had my cell on, already dialing my girlfriend this the whole story, then.....BAM! call on hold......
I did recover, where I left the restraunt and proceeded directly to the bar that my girls hung out at. All that happened before nine. Ladies free entrance till 10:00... I was on the road to another single individual!
Problem being, I had 2 tickets to the Astro's Play-offs. Great seats and no one to take. So Mr. Frank made the grade for the call. If I hadn't had anyone to call who knows where this story would have ended. Maybe I could have been the widow of Ken Caminetti with his bastard son! Man he was a hunk! But stupiter as they come.... At the game, I happened to get very sick prior and during the game. I had to go back and forth to the bathroom. On my last time out, he was standing there asking a girl to go in and find me and help me.... Ahhhhh.... he really was scared that something was wrong. After that, everything is as such - Married 2 years today (at least by a preacher), court paperwork took another 7 months later! (again another story)
This is my valentine to all the girls our there - Your Frog may just be your Prince!!
Now glass #4!
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