For this week’s Fun Monday, Janet wants to know that story of how we met our sweeties. She actually wants the “cute meet” story. Now, I’m not exactly sure what that means (I’m so behind on all the cool slang nowadays!) I’ll just tell it like it was…more or less… (I tried to get Mimi to tell me her version of our story…the one that starts off with the beeeyooooutiful lady, but she didn’t have time this morning. In fact she just looked at me like I was nuts for not being able to remember how I met her father. Sigh…) Anyways, onto the story…
Whenever anyone asks how we met, I usually just reply with the flippant answer that it was in a bar. I wouldn’t be ashamed to say that I met the Love of My Life in one of the pulsating night clubs that I used to hang out in. But, alas, I didn’t. In fact, Shaun never really got into the night scene, and it has always made me just the teensiest bit sad that he didn’t like to dance. (Lucky for him, it wasn’t a deal breaker as there were so many other wonderful things about him)
The reality is much less exotic. One of my best friends used to work in a waterfront restaurant in the very touristy Seaport Village in San Diego. She didn’t have a car and would frequently get me to come pick her up. (Lucky for her, she was a lot of fun to hang out with and very generous with her gas money!) She wouldn’t always be ready to go when I arrived so I would go and have a pop upstairs at the bar and chat with the cute red-headed bartender.
Of course, the cute red-headed bartender thought I was hanging out there to hit on him…but that’s another story all together!
Hmmm….this has got to be the most boring story I’ve ever written. Did I mention that I’m not feeling very well? I think I have Temecula and it is affecting my writing skills.
Yep, it’s a picture of a picture (I know it’s lame, but I just told you I have Temecula!) But this is us twenty years ago!