My Little Love Story

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In less than 1 month I will be married for 8 years. That to me is hard to believe. It feels like just yesterday I was falling in love with this man. He was coming to my house, I was begging my parents to spend more time with him, while they were begging me to hang out at home more. I was 18 he was 25. That was over 9 years ago.

I guess you want the full story huh? The who, what, when, where and how? The love story, right? Ahhhh, never thought I’d share this on a blog, but here goes. I met my husband on a date with another guy, yes, you read that right. This can be a bit of a comical story if you think about it. Like I said I was 18. It was my senior year in high school. I had been dating my high school sweetheart on and off. You know how those relationships can sometimes be. However, this time I was getting fed up. I could not take our differences anymore and I had decided to pull the plug on the relationship for the last time.

Not two weeks later, my cousin decides that I cannot sit at home and I must go out so she wants to set me up with a friend of her boyfriend. Her boyfriend is 25, which made me a little nervous. But, hey I was tired of sitting home a bit too, though I was pretty fed up with guys in general. So I agree, I go with her out to her boyfriend’s house to meet this “guy” and the story begins.

We chat, I’m not impressed, but I don’t think anything will come of it honestly. So, I go home that night not thinking anything will happen as a result of the meeting. Fast forward to the next afternoon, it’s a Friday, I am on the phone with a guy friend when I get a beep. I answer it and it’s the “guy” asking me to go with him, my cousin and her boyfriend, and a “friend” of his to a concert in the next town in a few hours. He says he has an extra ticket and the “friend” of his is quiet and we’ll never know he’s around. I agree, and he promises to pick me up in a couple of hours.

He arrives at my house, comes in, gets scrutinized by my daddy and we are off. We get in the truck and drive back to Carrollton (where he’s from and I now live) and we meet my cousin, her boyfriend and the “friend”. The “friend” climbs in beside me as I scoot over closer to the “guy” who is my date for the evening. We drive to the next town to the concert, enjoying some occasional “small talk”. The evening goes pretty well, my date wanders off to the restroom several times leaving me with his “friend” who I chat with more than I do my date.

On the way home it gets real interesting when my date has a “page” from the Sheriff’s Office, did I mention my cousin’s boyfriend and my date are Deputy Sheriff’s and the “friend” is an “auxiliary deputy”. Anyway, he stops at his house to call the “page” back and leaves his “friend” and I in the car a while. We again chat for a while until my date finally returns to take me home. He drops me off, kindly walking me to the door and I cross another date off the list, believing honestly that nothing would ever come of the night out.

Curious ??? Did I go on a second date? Come back tomorrow to find out the “rest of my little love story”.